by Langston Hughes The instructor said, "Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you--- Then, it will be true." I wonder if it's that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above... Continue Reading →
Beautiful History (Plumb) Whenever you run away Whenever you lose your faith It's just another stroke of the pen on the page I know a ray of hope is all that you'll need to see A beautiful history CS Lewis Song 'Cause my comfort would prefer for me to be numb And avoid the impending... Continue Reading →
Writers are like aliens. We explore and dissect, question and document. We study the ways of the human heart and soul with a probing and unflinching eye. The writer’s mind is a many-faceted marvel that defies logic in order to create magic, all within the constraints of twenty-six letters and a few punctuation marks.
The writer’s mind is prone to wandering. Writers do not live life the same way non-writers do. We are more of the world and yet always slightly apart from it. We exist simultaneously in multiple worlds – the “Real World,” the world as we see it, and worlds of our own devising. It’s no wonder then, what with our minds being in two or more places at once, that we sometimes appear distracted or a bit dotty.
The writer’s mind is full of wonder. We are endlessly curious about everything and everyone. We are avid people…
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I have been wrestling with what it means for God to be Creator. According to my reading of Genesis, this does not mean that God creates something out of nothing but that he creates order out of chaos, beauty out of ashes. Creativity, in this sense, is redemption.
So, what does it mean to be created in this God’s likeness? Perhaps, yes perhaps, it means we were born to create. And perhaps being creative is deeper than just being good at art. Maybe creation is about redemption, taking ashes and making something new.
There are two lies I hear often enough that I must consciously refuse them:
First, that we are not all creative. As a Christian, I cannot believe this. We are creative if we are human because we bear the image of the Creator. We are creative if we take pain and create joy, take material loss…
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All our falls are useful if they strip us of a disastrous confidence in ourselves, while they do not take away a humble and saving trust in God. -Francois Fenelon
no police at the door no more slaving at the floor just freedom for free so i'll be on my way after a mountain of mistakes to electric peace
Just when you have no words of your own, along comes a poem that says it all. Just as I am, without one plea But that thy blood was shed for me And that thou bidd'st me come to thee O Lamb of God, I come, I come. Just as I am and waiting... Continue Reading →