Fire and a flood There’s power in the blood Of every little lamb: Wonder-working power. – mewithoutYou [Doormouse Sighs]
Let me die in the country that I love the most. – Colter Wall
Do you remember the first time you read through The Hobbit? Trying to figure out the riddles – unless you chose to cheat – trying to think around that one specific corner. And unless you are very clever, you couldn’t quite find the trick, couldn’t quite turn that corner by yourself Until one or […]
A riddle – a paradox – a reality that cannot possibly be true until you’re shown the turn – the trick – the way around that specific corner you were so sure was impossible a moment before He opened your eyes.
Broken strains of a breaking float through the wall. Small voices and a cappella hymns. My older kids’ Sunday school class was singing this Sunday morning, and I could hear their voices in my class next door.
“Because: The legs feed the wolf, gentlemen.” From Miracle. Attributed to Herb Brooks. Alternate version:
Six seconds of freefall in the gloaming until God gives you a shock, and then it’s a steady-slow descent to the ground, racing the sun. Picture stolen from here. My jump was combat equipment, of course.
I wrote this one up a few months ago. I will probably end up getting this tattooed on my right chest, opposite my crossed torches. “Vae Victis” is Latin for “woe to the vanquished.” The phrase comes from early Roman Republican history, when the Gauls sacked Rome in 390 BC. The Gaulish general, Brennus, demanded […]