“And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.”
“And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.”
Though hosts against us stand arrayed, Christ bids us still, Be not afraid; Though all its powers the truth assail, The gates of hell shall not prevail.
I hope you all are celebrating in some way today. Perhaps you and your kids are dressing up to hang out with friends, or preparing for All Saints Day, or sharing some funny memes to lighten the weight of history. Maybe doing a little of everything! Something I wanted to do this year was translate …
By death, “we get nearer and nearer to our home, Heaven” and to God, “who is our only security.”
In my trek to revisit classic literature (and read the books I was supposed to have read and...didn't), I've finally made my way back to Dickens, specifically to one of his greats: A Tale of Two Cities. I remember trying to read this book in high school. I didn't make it past the first page. …