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Its Radiant Affliction: #Blessed by Empire, Wounded by God

On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble, May the clay dance To balance you. (‘Beannacht,’ John O’Donohue) When my grandmother slanders someone, she always follows it with benevolence. “He’s dumb as a rock,” she’ll say, “bless his heart.” “She ain’t worth a plugged nickel, bless her heart.” I think […]

Reading Gilead and the Tyranny of Should

This one comes to us from our friend Connor Gwin. I have started reading Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead five times. I know, I know; I really should read it. Everyone says it is so profound and wonderful and moving. It won the Pulitzer for God’s sake. And I haven’t finished it yet. I bought the audiobook […]

Filled with Wood Shavings and Set on Fire: Thoughts on Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead

This one comes to us from Mockingbird friend Michael Bender. Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead provides an incredibly sincere look at grace, and the legitimate challenge that can arise when we are required to grant it to our thorniest enemies. The novel contains your garden variety of churchy macro-themes, including commentary on the sacraments, vocation, and prayer. […]

Another One from Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead

That’s the strangest thing about this life, about being in the ministry. People change the subject when they see you coming. And then sometimes those very same people come into your study and tell you the most remarkable things. There’s a lot under the surface of life, everyone knows that. A lot of malice and dread and guilt, and so much loneliness, where you wouldn’t really expect to find it, either.

Another One From Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead

“Transgression. That is legalism. There is never just one transgression. There is a wound in the flesh of human life that scars when it heals and often enough seems never to heal at all.

Avoid transgression. How’s that for advice.”

Gilead by Marilynne Robinson, p. 122

From Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead

“I have thought about that very often — how the times change, and the same words that carry a good many people into the howling wilderness in one generation are irksome or meaningless in the next. You might think I am under some sort of obligation to try to ‘save’ young Boughton, that by inquiring […]