For this reason, Christianity is anti-wisdom: wisdom tells us that our efforts are in vain, that everything ends in chaos, while Christianity madly insists on the impossible. Love, especially a Christian one, is definitely not wise. This is why Paul said: “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise” (“Sapientiam sapientum perdam,” as his saying
I’m thinking about distractions. That we shouldn’t feel bad if we can’t leave them behind. That, perhaps, they ought to come with us: into worship, into our prayer lives, into the world. Thinking about that. Maybe not all of them. But I’m thinking that so much of our brokenness is what God ends up using.
Reblogged from CHRISTOPHER COCCA: I’ve been considering John Milton’s Nativity Ode anew this Advent. Today, I saw a tweet from The New York Review of Books quoting from Milton’s Paradise Lost about the blood lust of the pagan god Moloch and the gruesome terms of his worship, child sacrifice. I clicked through to the piece, which