Wanted by Josiah Gilbert Holland God, give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not…
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Mary Chapin Carpenter: Late For Your Life
Late For Your Life You’ve been saying for the longest time that the time has come You’ve been talking like you’re of a mind to get some changing done Maybe move out of the city, find some quiet little town Where you can sit out on your back porch step and watch the sun go…
A God Who Allows Suffering by Anna Waldherr
As we enter Spring and finally begin to turn the corner in the fight against coronavirus, it is only fitting that we acknowledge the suffering this pandemic caused. During the 25 years I practiced law, I witnessed a great deal of suffering. It took many forms: brain damage; paraplegia; rape; child molestation; death by cancer,…
Jacopo Ligozzi: Christ Carrying the Cross (1604)
The Power of Narrative Painting Much has been written about Jacopo Ligozzi’s Christ Carrying the Cross, a dramatic narrative portrayal of Christ surrounded by his persecutors and onlookers on the way to Calvary. I did not understand the power of this painting until studying the enlarged details in the face of Christ. With close proximity,…
Mignarda: Where There Is Charity and Love
“This beautiful and familiar hymn is one of the antiphons for the washing of feet on the Mandatum (Maundy Thursday). Its text is attributed to Paulinus of Aquileia in 796. The traditional chant melody probably also stems from the late 8th century.” lutesongs According to Art and Theology by Victoria Emily Jones, Ubi caritas (Where…
Why Bind the Days? A Poem by Jonathan Humble
If I were a poet, I would want to write like this. ~Sunnyside Why Bind The Days? Mar 10, 2021 Why bind the days inside that self-embrace? Alight, a life should shame the brightest star; refuse the mask that hides a truthful face. Imperfect lines in faith do not disgrace when claimed as fact and…
Edgar Degas, La Loge (1880), via The Paris Review
Art and the Stories We Tell Ourselves Cody Delistraty writes in The Paris Review, “Degas ultimately thought that his paintings of the women who performed at the opera cut through the stories they were telling themselves, about their claims to beauty, status, and talent. He believed that was the goal of the artist: to separate…
Tamara Natalie Madden: “Out of Many, One People”
Though Tamara Natalie Madden was born in Kingston, Jamaica, she spent her teenage years in Madison, Wisconsin. Born with dark skin to a mother with light skin, Ms. Madden observed endemic racist behavior from people of color, both in Jamaica and in the United States – based solely on the degree of darkness of skin;…
Mary Chapin Carpenter: Between Here And Gone
“I thought a light went out, but now a candle shines I thought my tears wouldn’t stop, but then I dried my eyes And after all of this, the truth that holds me here is that this emptiness is something not to fear” Lyrics Tonight, the moon came out, it was nearly full.Way down…
Erased – a poem
At last, I see Your Truth – That “Secret Heart” You blame. Is it Adultery – Predator or Prey? Bathed in shame, I choke back tears – Does “ballerina” Have a name? At last, I see That marriage is Another promise Twisted. Each day For me another Tortured trial: Beliefs (I thought) We shared, once…
Forced Panhandling: by Anna Waldherr
Thank you, Anna. Reblogged At Sunnyside. Leaders of the non-denominational Imperial Valley Ministries appear to have devised a new form of clergy abuse. They are alleged to have imprisoned dozens of homeless, forcing them to panhandle 9 hours/day on the church’s behalf [1]. The church’s programs are billed as drug rehabilitation. Destitute men and women…
So Who Mothers the Mothers? by Joanna Penn Cooper
Joanna Penn Cooper, writing in Image Journal, paints a poignant picture of the community of women :
“I think about the private nature of women’s stories of their own suffering, how they are shared at kitchen tables and in late-night phone calls,
