By Wayne Allensworth Jacob’s Ladder (William Blake) All good things — and the bad ones, too — come to an end. Everything does. But it can’t be any other way. I was thinking along those lines while my wife and I were “taking down” (as opposed to “putting up”) Christmas, that is, the decorations, this year. We like to have a festive house for that wonderful, evocative, and often, poignant...
By Tom Piatak (Chronicles: A Magazine of American Culture) The great Gothic cathedrals are, incontestably, the greatest buildings conceived and built by man. Indeed, it scarcely seems credible that they were built by men at all, considering when and how they were built. They began showing up in the 12th century. Their construction required the transport, refinement, and proper placement of...
By Wayne Allensworth And at times you introduce me from within into a wholly unaccustomed state of feeling…were it made perfect in me, [it] would not be of this world…But [I] fall back again and I am swallowed up in the usual run of things. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions At mid-morning, the autumn sun was clearing the sky. White rays emanating from a new October sun, a pale, liquid...
By Wayne Allensworth Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour. John 12:27 On the day my father collapsed in my house, which led to a painful and long dreaded decision on my part, I talked to our pastor, and then to a cardiologist. Daddy had trouble breathing. The emergency room staff gave him something that stabilized...
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