It is for all‘literalists of the imagination,’poets or not,that miracleis possible and essential.Are some intricate mindsnourished on concept,as epiphytes flourishhigh in the canopy?Can theysubsist on the light,on the halfof metaphor
Easter. The grave clothes of winterare still here, but the sepulchreis empty. A messengerfrom the tomb tells ushow a stone has been rolledfrom the mind, and a tree lightensthe darkness
Desdichado —This is the heir; come let us kill him.—Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved?Christ walks the world again, His lute upon His
Make no mistake: if He rose at allit was as His body;if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the moleculesreknit, the amino acids rekindle,the Church will fall..It was not as
(A Resurrection Poem in Pidgin English)by Funmilola Awogbade Dem put am for tomb, lock am wella,Dem tink say na di end be dat. But early momo, E rise from di
One of the things noted by New Testament commenters since The Beginning is that gospel writers are not as obsessed with exact chronology as modern historical writers are. Papias sums
…Deacon Steve Greydanus is here to provide Illumination as well as brain-melting facts about George Washington’s Birthday and Independence Day which, as we all know, should properly be on June
…as well as an excellent pastoral thinker, and he has forgotten more about the scholarship on the Resurrection of Jesus than most of us will ever know (or even have
Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou
1Done is a battell on the dragon blak,Our campioun Chryst confoundit hes his force,The yettis of hell ar brokin with a crak,The signe trivmphall rasit is of the croce.The diuillis
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