Tabitha

“The tide comes in, the tide goes out, and when you are older, around the time when you stop feeling like you’ve crawled into somebody else’s shell, old friends begin to die with appalling regularity.”

— Anne Lamott, Somehow (73)

In the idolatrous worship of Mammon and Molech, there can be no room for beauty. The old gods of greed and consumption do not give us beauty to behold. They attempt to turn all that is beautiful into all that can be objectified and consumed. In the place of wonder, they give us lust. This is because they know what the ancient Christian saints and

“Genesis can hardly be said to end. In it certain things are established—the nature of Creation and the spirit in which it was made; the nature of humankind; how in what spirit the Creator God enters into relation with His human creatures. The whole great literature of Scripture, unfolding over centuries, will proceed on the terms established in

“The world is suited to human enjoyment—”out of the ground made the LORD God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sign”—in anticipation of human pleasure, which the Lord presumably shares. This is an extremely elegant detail. The beauty of the trees is noted before the fact that they yield food. It is a rich goodness that the Lord intended