Bed-side Imagine being woken up tomorrow morning by voices in your head, or voices that you thought were in your head. Imagine groggily coming round, sick in your stomach, disoriented by fear because of the sonic traffic that the voices in your head were creating: unfamiliar tones, unrecognisable expressions – a mystifying medley of unearthlyContinue reading “A Normal Oblivion”
Whenever I take a photograph or see someone else taking one, this is what I think about: C.S.Lewis – From his essay The Weight of Glory
Watching the recent programmes from the BBC entitled Richard Hammond Builds a Planet/Universe has reminded me of the hopelessness of our attempts to reach or understand God without God himself leading the way.
The Greek word for ‘creation’ is ‘poema’, the root word for poem. If you look at the sky on a crisp, clear night and begin counting the countless twinkling stars; or if you feel the fading warmth of a day’s heat on your face as you watch the sun dip under the dusty horizon ofContinue reading “Ancient Skies”