The endless search for literary insight and cutting-edge creativity will leave our bodies aching to be put to practical use. Although coffee and the internet make great creative conduits, we are clothed in flesh and tasked with the mandate to work.
By Karen Swallow Prior The River, by Flannery O’Connor, takes my breath away. Part of the jolt of this short story by Flannery O’Connor comes from its shocking ending, when the titular river steals forever the breath of a small boy who, in pursuit of the kingdom of heaven, drowns in the flowing water. But [...]
Discipline is the virus I have yet to catch. Many of my peers have contracted it, and some have succumbed: the editors I know work ungodly hours with few breaks. Others make six figures in finance, or write opinion pieces for the New York Times.
In the Visual Age, a vital component of ‘being transformed by the renewing of our minds’ is to download spiritually life-giving images to our mental hard drives. We sanctify our imaginations while creating art, and intentionally meditating on art that draws us to God.
Words infuse our lives. They bounce around in our heads. They form on the clean white sheet of paper as our hand scratches across its surface. Or they appear one letter at a time on a glowing screen as we tap them out.