The following reflection was submitted to Tyndale University for Elementary New Testament Greek, Winter 2024. ~*~ Saint Jerome, by Caravaggio, c. 1605 As I have studied and translated New Testament Greek over the last eight months, I have realised that translation is hardly a straightforward process. There are moments of marvelous recognition and understanding, and … Continue reading Reflections on Translating the New Testament
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House of Christmas, by G.K. Chesterton (Christmas 2023)
Flight into Egypt, by Henry Ossawa Tanner, 1923 House of Christmasby G.K. Chesterton There fared a mother driven forthOut of an inn to roam;In the place where she was homelessAll men are at home.The crazy stable close at hand,With shaking timber and shifting sand,Grew a stronger thing to abide and standThan the square stones of … Continue reading House of Christmas, by G.K. Chesterton (Christmas 2023)
“My So Called Language,” by Anonymous
The following was found slipped into a tattered pamphlet titled “A Glossary of Literary Terms,” printed in 1958. To its ingenious anonymous author, I owe the utmost admiration. ~*~ My So Called Language Let’s face it---English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in … Continue reading “My So Called Language,” by Anonymous
The Pilgrims, by John McCrae (Remembrance Day 2023)
Gassed, by John Singer Sargent, 1919 The Pilgrimsby John McCrae An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, Where every beam that broke the leaden skyLit other hills with fairer ways than ours; Some clustered graves where half our memories lie;And one grim Shadow creeping ever nigh: And this was Life. Wherein we did another's burden … Continue reading The Pilgrims, by John McCrae (Remembrance Day 2023)
Beauty for Truth’s Sake, by Stratford Caldecott
Beauty for Truth’s Sake: On the Re-enchantment of Education, by Stratford Caldecott is a little gem of a book. It is a mere two hundred pages and introduces the reader to the cosmic worldview of the liberal arts, as understood by Pythagoras in Ancient Greece and the theologians of the medieval era. He maintains that … Continue reading Beauty for Truth’s Sake, by Stratford Caldecott
Hello!
Dear readers, I am back! As I write, the gloaming is creeping through the window and an autumn chill is with it. I feel a cup of cinnamon tea coming on. As I announced in May, I am now pursing a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature at Tyndale University in Toronto, Canada. Going from … Continue reading Hello!
Wordstapas Fall 2023 Registration is Open
I break my silence here to announce that registration for The Wordstapas is now open for the Fall 2023 term. You can register by clicking here. What we are reading What are fairy-stories? What is their origin? What is the use of them? J.R.R. Tolkien wrestles with these questions in his essay "On Fairy Stories." … Continue reading Wordstapas Fall 2023 Registration is Open
“I feel I need a holiday, a very long holiday”
Dear readers, The tides of my life are taking new and exciting turns. Friends, I have made the decision to attend university this Fall 2023. I will be studying at Tyndale University and pursuing a Bachelor of Arts. My scholar’s heart is rejoicing. During my studies, I intend to continue this journey through Story on … Continue reading “I feel I need a holiday, a very long holiday”
Glastonbury, by Geoffrey Bache Smith (Selections)
The most recent Arthurian landmark I researched was Glastonbury Tor. The 20th century poet Geoffrey Bache Smith wrote a poem called “Glastonbury” wherein he relates the coming of Bedivere, “weary and travel-stained and sick at heart,” to the hermit of Glastonbury. The hermit reveals that he was Arthur’s bishop before his court fell apart, whereupon … Continue reading Glastonbury, by Geoffrey Bache Smith (Selections)
“Not yet weary are my feet”
Upon the hearth the fire is red,Beneath the roof there is a bed;But not yet weary are our feet,Still round the corner we may meetA sudden tree or standing stoneThat none have seen but we alone.The Lord of the Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien Good people, I am happy to announce that I am taking to … Continue reading “Not yet weary are my feet”
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