welcome to multiple strands

a place to converse, virtually, on a variety of topics, bringing together multiple strands to encourage, question, challenge, ponder, and edify. A cord of three strands is not quickly torn apart. (Eccl. 4.12)

Monday, April 27, 2020

A Hymn to the Evening

Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring,
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dyes are spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red;
So may our breasts with every virtue glow,
The living temples of our God Below!
Fill’d with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers soothe each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav’nly, more refin’d;
So shall the labors of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night’s leaden scepter seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.

—Phillis Wheatley, the first published African American poet. On December 21, 1767, the fourteen-year-old Wheatley had her first poem published in the Newport (Rhode Island) Mercury. This amazing achievement came only six years after her arrival in America, without any prior knowledge of the English language.

Sunday, March 29, 2020

The slavery of the city

How close is the relationship between ancient cities and idols - gods made by men - because they bear the same names. ... it is all intended to seduce men, to keep them from carrying out to the end the search implanted in their heart (Rev. 18.23).  There man ceases his wandering and doubt, satisfied not to leave the city in his search for genuine meaning and fulfillment. There he finds a world which he thinks fits him, a closed world where all his needs and aspirations are apparently satisfied, a world where he can afford to rest, where he has found certainty. But all the city's seductions, all the satisfactions she offers, are in fact complete slavery for men, and slavery of the most ignominious sort. ... All the inhabitants of the city are destined sooner or later to become prostitutes and members of the proletariat. ... And a remarkable slavery it is since already we see him subject to the power of money and luxury.

The Meaning of the City, Jacques Ellul, p. 54-55

Saturday, March 28, 2020

All that is Gold

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

- J. R. R. Tolkien