The best metaph…

The best metaphor for the state of mind in which we find ourselves is this is the first generation of the human race which doesn’t generally see the stars at night. It has blotted them out with street lamps and car headlights and everything else. You simply can’t see the stars in most places where human beings are concentrated, and, in the same way, the triumph of consumerism and growth and the temporary joys of pleasure as a substitute for happiness blotted out the metaphorical stars of religious faith. It’s very hard to expect people who can’t see the stars to examine the significance of the stars or see their beauty.

– Peter Hitchens


The Grand Artist

I know an artist, yet he is so much greater than any artist I have known. For other artists, they can use only what they are given. Yet he imagines and invents and engineers entirely new materials and compounds and colors. Truly, he creates that which has never been seen before, the likes of which shall never be seen again until he creates freshly once more. And I, I am a cheap imitator of this Grand Artist, limited because I can only create from what I have seen and heard, which is all his original, creative work anyway.

He is greater than me.

“Since oppression and mayhem‚Ķ”

Since oppression and mayhem are neither religious duties for Christians nor logical applications of the teachings of Christ, violence done in the name of Christ cannot be laid at his door. This conduct might tell you something about people. It tells you nothing about God or the gospel.

– Gregory Koukl

I was watching Frasier last night (it’s a

I was watching Frasier last night (it’s a guilty pleasure of mine) and came across this funny, yet insightful episode. To tell the truth, I don’t remember much of the plot, only that Frasier is visiting this nursing home, assisted living sort of place with a friend of his. Someone in the home recognizes his voice and invites him into his room. Turns out it’s a man who has gone blind, but listens to Frasier’s radio show. They talk for a while, and the man shares some of how Frasier helped him.

The man had lost his wife years ago and was struggling with that, so, at Frasier’s indirect radio advice, he had a porcelain mask made that resembled his wife’s face so he could touch it, feel her cheekbones, her forehead, her lips, and remember his wife still. Only, the porcelain mask was completely generic and nondescript. It didn’t look like his wife at all. We, of course, knew this, as did Frasier, but he had no idea because he was blind.

It got me thinking two things. Firstly, I found it really insightful how this man, even though he was completely blind, was still able to “see” his wife. Not with his eyes, of course, but in memories, and he was able to anchor that experience to an object in the real world. While before it was his wife, and that’s what gave the memory staying power, it became the mask. The memory retained its anchor here to the real world, and so it could never be forgotten.

Secondly, I had to wonder if the man somehow knew that the mask didn’t in fact resemble his wife, but that he was placing her features onto the blank slate of the mask. I had to wonder if it would bother him had Frasier told him “Hey, that mask is totally generic and doesn’t resemble your wife at all.” Or I wonder if he perhaps knew that all the mask ever was was a symbol, one that represented his wife, and so it needn’t really look like her at all.