Sublime

‘I didn’t get you anything,’ said Nathan, with the good cheer of a sinner already absolved, ‘I forgot.’ Then Ronald Macaulay came in with holiness in the pleats of his trousers. The atmosphere thinned, as if the room had been elevated nearer heaven.

For Augustine, we are made for joy. Joy is another name for the rest we find when we give ourselves over to the One who, for the joy that was set before him, gave himself for us. We find joy when we look for the satisfaction of our hungers in the Triune God who will never leave us or forsake us, when we find our enjoyment in an immortal God whose l

This conflict between who a character is, and who they want to be, is real life’s gift to drama.

The devil is walking around the halls of a Boston hospital making deals with the patients and their families. And there’s a “What would you do?” built in: “What would you give to save the life of a loved one?”