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Where Does Faith Dwell?

Then were there brought unto him little children, that he should put his hands on them, and pray: and the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such … Continue reading

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Into Thy Hands

Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools. – Romans 1: 22 — And they brought unto him also infants, that he would touch them: but when his disciples saw it, they rebuked them. But Jesus called them unto him, … Continue reading

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Through a Glass Darkly

All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities. There they are unguarded. Above all, good men do not suspect that their destruction is attempted through their virtues. This their enemies are perfectly aware of: … Continue reading

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The Return to Our Blood Faith

“Speculation performs the feat of understanding all Christianity, but, please note, it does not understand it Christianly but speculatively, which is precisely the misunderstanding, since Christianity is the very opposite of speculation.” – Soren Kierkegaard “It is only the liberals … Continue reading

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The Lay of the European Minstrel

Hush’d is the harp: the Minstrel gone. And did he wander forth alone? Alone, in indigence and age, To linger out his pilgrimage? No; close beneath proud Newark’s tower, Arose the Minstrel’s lowly bower; A simple hut; but there was … Continue reading

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On Scott’s Birthday

Canto Sixth Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on … Continue reading

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The Return

Home! That was what they meant, those caressing appeals, those soft touches wafted through the air…” — The Wind in the Willows Donald Davidson lived long enough to be condemned by his fellow Southerners and Northern liberals as a racist, … Continue reading

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