The sun on the tree line, a red mammoth, the wood thrush's four notes, the forked birch that frames the sky on the first cover of the two chimneys, the burned clearing, open mouthed, the breeze on his neck, a threat that encircles him with its violet shadow and talks to him so that he lights the tree on fire, torches the now burning bushes and the whole landscape as a prelude to the Calling Feeding of the 5000, in Ch. 12 sees in the cornfield, the wall of the woods, black Buford on his mule, who mounded the uncle's grave, all amid the hunger, loaves and fishes, night streaks of the red hunger tide rising in Abel's blood cleansed by the red gold tree of fire that consumes the darkness, like the fire in the furnace, Elijah, Moses' burning bush burning anointed by a raised grave as he heads with the speed of mercy to the city to preach, fulfill the call.
Without the powerful extremes infused into this writing, the stores lose all their power, for we are always alert fro the next apocalypse to break in, when Mrs. Greenleaf rocks back and for, "Jesus, stab me in the heart," as her act of devotion. With out all the invocations of violence to Jesus these works translate into domestic chit chat of laundry women with their betters. But another powerful validation for its favor is in the preservation of that time when a black person could be glorified into a N, a primal force, an unknowable god, while at the same time a denigration, for that suits to a T the white critical world to celebrate its racist heart while glorifying it. These became the upright moralists who inherited the tradition of Bonhoeffer.
This does not any way
negate the beauty of her prose, the burning tree of the mammoth sun on
the tree line. He who made all things can honor all things. So Tarwater
as opposed to holy water, the designated prophet who seeks to avoid his
call, like Jonah, anoints himself in the grave of his uncle, fills his
face in the dirt, that gives him the black eyes at least, as all this
overlooks the cornfield, the field white unto harvest, wheat and chaff,
and the feeding of the 5000 in his hunger and non hunger at it all.
These are some readers notes for riders to this stupendous UnRagnarok.
If you are wanting to transverse the spiritual realm of the pain and horror of this calling of the imagination and are reading Christian authors to get you there you should know how the good live and die. Thomas Merton died with a faulty wired fan in the middle of his chest in Bangkok. Al Cameron died with a full fledged stroke heart attack in the Walmart. Alex died with a wish to shut him up. Art G died with 8 years of Alzheimer. Rev O as a recluse abandoned on a bed in a home unannointed, and that is on me. They glorify Bonhoeffer's death, but do not imitate it. They bow down in their living rooms. Dr. King, JFK died from their lusts. Cut to the chase why don't you. So also went Sister Celine. Charles Williams taught Lewis to trade his own life for anothers. John Cullen of a sudden illness in a day. So to explain the violence I look at Savannah, of Conrad Aiken too, and his corpuscular consciousness, and therefore Ambrose Gorden to whom I gave some octopus meat to illustrate, but the land the islands the inlets the swamps the humidity must have more to do with it than the human. Why just looking to join the two I check to see if Roseanne Potter was from there, by association, find she died two days ago. In the transactions of suffering Clannery is asking for the grace to seek to suffer. Her podcasters do not celebrate that verse thought, "to know Christ— the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death." In the gothic southern style this gets dramatic play in the violent bear it away. Did you know the charismatics corner stone of dominion is to take the kingdom of heaven by force? To be swallowed up in the fire, what could be better? If you have lived this way all of life in this medieval fire of unknowing in the fhe furnace, burning, not burning, you can read ch. 12 of The Violent.
"Dear God,
I cannot love Thee the way I want to. You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and my self is the earth’s shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon. The crescent is very beautiful and perhaps that is all one like I am should or could see; but what I am afraid of, dear God, is that my self shadow will grow so large that it blocks the whole moon, and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing. I do not know you God because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside."
That she addresses the Father of Lights in whom is no shadow of turning who oversees and inhabits creation to the sparrow on the altar, as so abstract, I take her to the Mennonite, The real life and death causes of extreme sacrifice, pacifists and militants who background this moral in all regions and times, now focus on Pinter's America and the West. Two sides of uneconomic coin oppose the cultural West of every Greek myth, Proteus everywhere, Dionysius liberated, Orpheus inebriated. Let us call them Mennonites and Muslims, lack of self defense and counter offense, who think the knock at the door, the firing gun, the sirens are for them. Iraqis and Mennonites pray at start of day, before they plow a field or eat a meal. They pray on the way to market and mosque that they may live or die. They pray past the hospital up the way to school. Hospitals, markets are full of victims, fuller than prisons. When American reporters honk their horns they get out their prayers.
But you should read Fox's Martyrs first to bone up on your techniques, and the inquisitions and all in one The Book of Mennonite Martyrs Flannery does not know, where Mennonites and Muslims, but at the same time verbalize that Flannery's brillant acceptance is not also because she expresses the gospel according to Thomas Jefferson and Count Tolstoy who could not abide Jesus the Blessed any more than Tarwater. How far satire goes to replicate the very thing it mocks is a matter for Goethe whose young Werther sparked a rash of suicides, so which O'Conner is uproariously funny to a Christian, she gives aid and comfort to the enemy beside. The very formal address of the prayer journal of words if of the heart need never be spoken might have been sent to the universe.Her podcasts do not celebrate that verse thought, "to know Christ— the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death." In the gothic southern style this gets dramatic play in the violent bear it away. Did you know the charismatics corner stone of dominion is to take the kingdom of heaven by force? To be swallowed up in the fire, what could be better? If you have lived this way all of life in this medieval fire of unknowing in the fhe furnace, burning, not burning, you can read ch. 12 of The Violent.https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13067179-the-violent-bear-it-away
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