Poetry is the mother tongue of the human race, as the garden is older than the ploughed field; painting, than writing; song, than declamation; parables, than logical deduction; barter, than commerce. A deeper sleep was the repose of our most distant ancestors, and their movement was a frenzied dance. Seven days they would sit in... Continue Reading →
Singleness Now, 1: Slight Revolution
This is my first post of the year! Huzzah. It only took till April and a Pandemic to get off my butt and write something. I wrote a few posts on singleness a few years back. When I wrote these posts, I was in a really terrible place with regards to romantic pursuits and had... Continue Reading →
‘Art Needs No Justification’
Several months ago, when I was thinking about what I wanted to do in the future, I realised that the majority of my gifts were in the arts - such as writing, playing music, and the study of languages. To make a living off these interests is not impossible but is more difficult than other... Continue Reading →
Final Thoughts on Moving to Tokyo.
Presenting yourself as someone who 'has it all together' is important in Tokyo - a city full of those who, by all appearances, appear successful. But if you dig below the layers, there is an emptiness that engulfs the soul. The product of this is the salaryman or student trying to find rest on a... Continue Reading →
“The difficulties of life do not have to be unbearable. It is the way we look at them - through faith or unbelief - that makes them seem so. We must be convinced that our Father is full of love for us and that He only permits trials to come our way for our own... Continue Reading →
Thoughts on Moving to Tokyo, 4.
I recently met with a friend and said something along the lines of: 'When Japanese people leave Japan and go to a Western nation, they generally adopt Western values and move towards a more healthy self-image. But I don't know what values I will take home from my time here if any." Thankfully, my friend... Continue Reading →
Kierkegaard and Ducks
It was Sunday morning, and all the ducks dutifully came to church, waddling through the doors and down the aisle into their pews where they comfortably squatted. When all were well-settled, and the hymns were sung, the duck minister waddled to his pulpit, opened the Duck Bible and read: “Ducks! You have wings, and with... Continue Reading →
Do not be ashamed of being called 'narrow'. Do not be ashamed of being supposed to lead a life of great precision and exactness. There is nothing very grand about breadth, after all. And I have noticed one thing: the broadest men I have ever met with in the best sense have always kept to... Continue Reading →
“Late have I loved you, beauty so old and so new: late have I loved you. And see, you were within and I was in the external world and sought you there, and in my unlovely state, I plunged into those lovely created things which you made. You were with me, and I was not... Continue Reading →
[John Bunyan] began to listen to the conversation of three very poor old women who were talking of the things of God, and the things of Christ and the Christian faith. They hadn't been in classes on evangelism, they had never stood up and preached, they were functioning as stones of the Building...What was it?... Continue Reading →