Deep humor, lighthearted wisdom:
"Always keep in mind what I seek to find in [a wife], for I am none of those insane lovers who embrace also the vices of those with whom they are in love, where they are smitten at first with a fine figure. This is the only beauty that allures me: if she is chaste, if not too fussy or fastidious, if economical, if patient, if there is hope that she will be interested in my health."
And how can you not love that flowing beard? I'm sure he was fighting women away with those waves of glory. And that hat. It looks so supple.
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Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Dallas Willard: One Who Knows His God.
Dallas Willard |
Dallas Willard died this morning after announcing Stage 4 Cancer on Monday.
Dallas--a USC Professor of Philosophy, a man whose writing has greatly magnified my view of beauty and goodness and hope in this life, and a lover and beloved of God--awakened early this morning into the full experience of the brilliantly abundant life with God. His last two words were,
“Thank you.”
This morning, as his life-light dawned into full day, I think Dallas was welcomed into rest and love and praise by the voice of God; a voice which he once described as recognizable through its "spirit of exalted peacefulness and confidence, of joy, of sweet reasonableness and of goodwill."
And I think the voice sounded something like this: "Well done, good and faithful servant."
Here's something he wrote about the intersection of God and love and death, from Hearing God, 1984:
"Thomas à Kempis speaks for all the ages when he represents Jesus as saying to him, 'A wise lover regards not so much the gift of him who loves, as the love of him who gives. He esteems affection rather than valuables, and sets all gifts below the Beloved. A noble-minded lover rests not in the gift, but in Me above every gift.' The sustaining power of the Beloved Presence has through the ages made the sickbed sweet and the graveside triumphant; transformed broken hearts and relations; brought glory to drudgery, poverty and old age; and turned the martyr's stake or noose into a place of coronation.
As Saint Augustine has written, when we come to our final home, 'there we shall rest and see, see and love, love and praise. This is what shall be in the end without end.' It is this for which the human soul was made."
Thank you, Dallas.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
A Universal Letter to Fathers And Sons: Parenting Christian Children.
"Spiritual Warfare" by Ron DiCianni |
Fathers,
if you don’t like the way your son walks, do not say to him, “Walk like a man.”
Instead, learn to hear his heart. Learn who he is. What makes him tick? What saddens him, and why? What is it for him to be who he was created to be?
The Father in heaven and our King, Jesus, have shown us the way of raising successful men—men who die having really lived. Men who die having loved honorably, spoken truthfully; men who die having cared for the wounded and the needy and the heartbroken and the sick and the dying and the orphaned; men who die having lived as Jesus lived. Men who don’t stop living even when they die.
We’re raising up immortals. Heroes.
Sons of God.
Do not say to him, “Walk like a man.” Tell him that he is a man. Tell him what the goodness of God looks like and find it in him. Pray for him.
Let him catch you with your hands raised on the crest of a mountain, enjoying the presence of the Living God.
Teach him like Jesus teaches his own—graciously, wisely, thoughtfully and spiritually.
Love him like God loves his own, in order that one day God might love the world through him.
When you fail him, ask him for his forgiveness and tell him that you’re learning too.
Tell him what makes you tick. Tell him about your dad. What was it like for you to be a son? What is it like now, being a son of The Father?
Tell him that you love him and that you trust him. Let him know you.
And when discipline comes, he’ll trust you through it.
While doing these things, you’ll notice his gate improving. Confidence will fall into his steps. You’ll begin to enjoy the way that he walks. He’ll start walking like his King. He’ll walk like a man.
This is how my Father in Heaven loves me.
"For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, 'Pappa! Father!'" Romans 8:15
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