Writing Is Strange Work

As many readers have noticed, over the last few months I haven’t posted many writings. The reason behind the short number of posts is that I’ve been working on a book on marriage. At this point, it’s called The Parable of The Unmerciful Marriage. Writing a book on marriage has proved to be a grueling task. Each day I reminded me how much I depend on God’s mercy in marriage and in writing. As I slug away at this project I’m planning on posting little bits and pieces of the book here for feedback.

Thanks again for reading.

Christopher

Peter Kreeft: Atheism Cheapens Life

“Atheism cheapens the world, cheapens us, and cheapens life. To see this, just compare atheist fiction with theistic fiction. Belief in God does not squash man; it raises man to a divine image. Heroism grows only in the light of a divine sun. Squash the ceilings down low and we stoop. In classical Greek drama, in the Bible, in Shakespeare, man is great because he breathes the air of the absolute. In Faulkner, Gide, Sartre, Camus, Beckett, and nine out of ten lesser twentieth century writers, man is ‘full of sound and fury, signifying nothing’ because he is a cosmic orphan . . . Life in that world is a meaningless flicker of a candle for a few years between the cold and barren darkness of two eternal nights.…Atheism screws down the manhole covers on the great deeps and flattens the sky to a low ceiling.” [Peter Kreeft]

Communion: The Remembering Meal

Years ago I watched a movie called Memento. In the movie, the main character is a man whose tracking down the people he thinks killed his wife. There’s only one problem: the main character also suffers from short-term memory loss. So the audiences watches as the man wakes up each day and literally forgets everything…

Who he is…

What happened to his wife…

What his mission is…

At one point in the movie the main character decides to tattoo himself with clues in order to help him remember who he is and what happened to his wife. With each new tattoo that the man gives himself he gets closer and closer to solving the mystery of his wife’s murder. Although most of us don’t suffer physically from memory loss like the man in the movie, I’m convinced that you and I suffer from a far more insidious sickness.

Each morning we wake up we with spiritual amnesia.

We forget who we are.

We forget who God is.

We forget what He’s done for us.

We forget what our mission is.

Every single morning.