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Jesus Christ, Deus Pro Nobis


Tomorrow, Christmas Day, ends the season of Advent. It is the day we have been waiting so patiently for, the day we celebrate the way of God into the far country. One of my Christmas traditions is to read the section, “The way of God into the far country,” in Volume 4.1 in Karl Barth’s Church Dogmatics. No other writing, besides the holy Athanasius, more beautifully describes the hope we find in the nativity. Two pages into this section is the most beautiful paragraph ever written in theology. I encourage you to read this with me and meditate on what it means that in the incarnation, in Jesus Christ, God is for us, Deus pro Nobis. I encourage you to meditate on what it means that God mad your situation His own.


The aspect of the grace of God in Jesus Christ in which it comes to man as the sinful creature of God freely, without any merit or deserving, and therefore from outside, from above– which is to say, from God’s standpoint, the aspect of His grace in which He does something unnecessary and extravagant, binding and limiting and compromising and offering Himself in relation to man by having dealings with him and making Himself his God. In the fact that God is gracious to man, all the limitations of man are God’s limitations, all his weaknesses, and more, all his perversities are His. In being gracious to to man in Jesus Christ, God acknowledges man; He accepts responsibility for his being and nature. He remains himself. He does not cease to be God. But he does not hold aloof. In being gracious to man in Jesus Christ He also goes into the far country, into the evil society of this being which is not God and against God. he does not shrink from him. He does not pass him by as did the priest and the Levite the man who had fallen amongst thieves. He does not leave him to his own devices. He makes his situation His own. 

Karl Barth CD IV.I §59.1 p. 158-159

I hope your Advent season comes to a beautiful close in the celebration of the coming of the Lord Christ tomorrow morning!

Blessings y’all!


Charlottesville and St. Mary

I preached the Wednesday after the events at Charlottesville. I was still raw and hurt. Here are the words I spoke, I hope they brought peace.

O noble Virgin, truly you are greater than any other greatness. For who is your equal in greatness, O dwelling place of God the Word? To whom among all creatures shall I compare you, O Virgin? You are greater than them all. O Ark of the New Covenant! You are the Ark in which is found the golden vessel containing the true manna, that is, the flesh in which divinity resides.

I’m home sick. I have been for quite some time. Recently the state of Virginia held a short video contest for Virginians to show why they love Virginia. The winner of this contest made a video called “Dear Virginia.” The video beautifully captures the adventures of a small girl in Virginia and how she eventually had to leave and then her eventual return home. I’m not ashamed to admit that I may have teared up a little watching this video, seeing places from my childhood pass before me, telling a story very similar to my own.

I remember roaming the coastal woods of Virginia, the smell of coniferous trees and honey suckle, and the feeling of pine needles between my toes. I remember climbing her mountains; one in particular comes to mind, Cold Mountain. In the middle of the George Washington National forrest, in the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains, lies a mountain called Cold Mountain . As you hike through the thick forrest, what emerges before you is a treeless mountain top. It is as if you have been suddenly transported to a Scottish hillside. I remember going to the beaches on the eastern shore where wild horses roam free. I remember surfing the local’s beaches with hair past my shoulders.

Virginia is and always will be my home. So you can understand my despondency when individuals embodying the spirit of the ati-christ, proclaiming a blasphemous and heretical doctrine of white supremacy marched on Charlottesville.

So what do we do? What do we do when men like this march in our home? What to we do when evil men march against our black brothers and sisters, in our own home? What do we do when an evil such as this takes refuge in our home proclaiming itself to be its rightful heirs? What do we do?

Today we celebrate the feast of St. Mary the Virgin. And I believe that Mary can help us answer these questions. Mary’s response to these questions is two fold. First, she condemns this evil outright, she condemns it as evil and contrary to the gospel of Jesus Christ. Second she presents us with a hope in the face of this evil. She condemns it and she presents us with a hope.

In our epistle reading we hear these words;

“But when the fullness of the time came, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the Law, so that He might redeem those who were under the Law, that we might receive the adoption as sons. Because you are sons, God has sent forth the Spirit of His Son into our hearts, crying, “Abba! Father!” Therefore you are no longer a slave, but a son; and if a son, then an heir through God.”

We all know the story. The angel Gabriel proclaims to Mary “”Do not be afraid, Mary; for you have found favor with God.  “And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name Him Jesus. “He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High; and the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David;  and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and His kingdom will have no end.”” And the angle proclaimed to the shepherds, “For today in the city of David there has been borne FOR YOU a savior, who is Christ the Lord.”

Christ the Lord takes on human flesh so that he may redeem this flesh, so that he may redeem ALL flesh. To march against people of color is to march against christ himself, for it is Christ that took on their flesh and redeemed it.

Mary bears God in flesh, Mary become the Ark of the New Covenant, clothed with purity instead of gold! She is the Ark in which is found the golden vessel containing the true manna, that is, the flesh in which divinity resides. Through this we are no longer slaves, but sons and daughters; and if a son, and if a daughter, then an heir through God. We cannot claim supremacy, we cannot march against someone else. Mary condemns this for she gave birth to God who took on all flesh, so that all are redeemed so that all may cry out Abba father.

In response to evil taking refuge in our home, Mary not only condemns it but she give us hope.

You are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through god.

It is through the same incarnation that condemns this evil that we also find our hope.

“He has done mighty deeds with His arm; He has scattered those who were proud in the thoughts of their heart. He has brought down rulers from their thrones, And has exalted those who were humble. He has filled the hungry with good things; And sent away the rich empty-handed. He has given help to Israel His servant, In remembrance of His mercy, As He spoke to our fathers, To Abraham and his descendants forever.”

The Lord remembers his promise to Israel. And through Mary, Christ is born and we find hope. Mary Becomes the ark of the new covenant and we find our hope.

The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous
And His ears are open to their cry.
The face of the Lord is against evildoers,
To cut off the memory of them from the earth.

Mary becomes the ark of the new covenant,
The righteous cry, and the Lord hears
And delivers them out of all their troubles.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
And saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Mary becomes the ark of the new covenant
Many are the afflictions of the righteous,
But the Lord delivers him out of them all.
He keeps all his bones,
Not one of them is broken.
Mary becomes the Ark of the New covenant
Evil shall slay the wicked,
And those who hate the righteous will be condemned .
The Lord redeems the soul of His servants,
And none of those who take refuge in Him will be condemned .


Seminary, a Benedictine Monk, and Flannery O’connor

It is finished. τετελεσται. This week I completed the work necessary to complete my Masters of New Testament and my Masters of Theology. It has been an interesting journey. It never ended up being exactly what I expected. I suspect, however, it was what God thought I needed. I was blessed to have, as my final assignment, an opportunity to visit a Benedictine Monastery. In many ways this journey was characteristic of my journey in seminary, almost allegorically. So, with that, here is my story:

“The Misfit” and I

I arrived at the monastery around eight in the morning, about an hour before mass. It was a cool, rainy morning. It was not burdensome or violent rain, nor was it the kind of rain that would keep one from going outside. It was the type of rain that caused the air to be wet and appear like fog. It was a mist that shrouded most of the monastery in an opaque haze. Even the church, with its steeple rising above the tree line, was shrouded in mist until one was right in front of elaborate oak doors. It was a quintessential spring morning in the Appalachians, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I was greeted by Brother Isidore. He was exactly what one would think of when one thinks of a monk. He was wonderfully awkward but had a charm that is somehow unique to those who have accepted these Holy Orders, and yet, he also had a presence that, in a humble way, displayed his wisdom and spiritual maturity. He walked  me around the small monastery, pointing out the church, the refectory, the priory, and the guest house. All the while, he walked with his hood on because, as he said to me with a smile, “I don’t want to get my hair wet.”

After Brother Isidore left me, I took my own look around the guest house. I found the most comfortable couch I could find, in front of the largest window I could find. I pulled out my small copy of the Rule of St. Benedict and began reading. It was not long thereafter, however, that it was time for mass. I walked through the mist to the church. I had been to Roman Catholic mass before. It’s a weird feeling to sit through this liturgy. It’s beautiful and worshipful and yet, in the end I cannot sit at the same table as the brothers and sisters with whom I had just chanted: “In union with the whole Church we honor Mary, the ever-virgin mother of Jesus Christ our Lord and God. We honor Joseph, her husband, the apostles and martyrs Peter and Paul, Andrew, and all the saints. May their merits and prayers grant us your constant help and protection. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.” So, I left hungry.

I left the church to spend more time with St. Benedict. “O God, who didst vouchsafe to fill thy most blessed Confessor Benedict with the spirit of all the righteous: grant unto us thy servants who celebrate his Solemnity that, being filled with the same spirit, we may faithfully accomplish that which thou hast enabled us to promise. Through Jesus Christ thy Son, our Lord, who with thee in the unity of the Holy Ghost, liveth and reigneth God, world without end. Amen. Blessed Father Benedict, pray for me. Amen.”

I finished reading through our Blessed Father’s rule that morning. The one thing that most stood out to me was a final chapter titled “The Good Zeal of Monks.”

Just as there is a wicked zeal of bitterness which separates form God and leads to hell so there is a good zeal which separates from evil and leads to God and everlasting life. This then is the good zeal which monks must foster with fervent love; They should each tory to be the first to show respect to the other (Rom. 12:10), supporting with the greatest patience one another’s weakness of body or behavior, and earnestly competing in obedience to one another. No one is to pursue what he judges better for himself, but instead what he judges better for someone else. To their fellow monks they show the pure love of brother; to God, loving fear; to their Abbot, unfeigned and humble love. Let them prefer nothing whatever to Christ, an may he bring us all together to everlasting life. (RB 17)

“A good zeal which separates from evil and leads to God and everlasting life,” this is what I wanted, the good zeal of the monks. “O lord, this is what I want! But at present, I am lowly.”

I ate my lunch after Sext silently with the brothers. I remember there was a reader for lunch, as there is typically at a meal with Benedictines; however, I neither remember what he read nor where it was from. But what I do remember, in great detail, is the silence and being in the presence of “the good zeal of the monks.” It was a heavy feeling. It weighed upon my chest as though each passing moment was another brick laid upon my sternum, each breath harder and harder. Each of these brothers, clad in black robes, had something that I did not. Again, I left hungry.

As the sun further rose to the height of the afternoon the Appalachian morning mist burnt off, and I found a dry spot on a picnic table to sit. And that’s what I did. I sat. I sat and I watched as the weight of the water from this morning’s rain caused the leaves to fall to the ground. I sat and I watched the wind blow the Crape Myrtle flowers unceremoniously from their perch. I sat, I watched, and I thought what it would mean for me to have the good zeal of the monks. I scribbled fervently in a small brown moleskin notebook what I thought would bring me to this zeal. I scribbled out a rule of life as if to say “Lord, what I am asking for is really very ridiculous. I am saying, at present, I am lowly, but give me the good zeal of the monks, immediately.”

I went to None that afternoon. It was just the monks and I this time. The sisters prayed this hour in private. The monks processed, in followed by the abbot. They took their seats and we sat in silence. The abbot then, by rapping the pew in front of him with his first knuckle, gave the signal for us to begin. We stood and began to say the prayers to ourselves, but I was distracted. “Our Father, who art in heaven… I am lowly, oh God…..hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done…grant me the good zeal of the monks, oh Lord… On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread… but the Lord can do that, can’t he?…and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen… The Lord can grant the good zeal of the monks to the lowly.

We finished the liturgy and the monks processed out. I stoped and stared at the altar. I, myself, then processed out. I dipped my hand in the Holy Water Font, crossed myself, and left the monastery. I left hungry, but hopeful.

And so, I leave seminary hungry but I leave hopeful.

A Christmas Homily

I was encouraged to post this. This is a short homily I preached at the end of the fall semester. This has been a hard year/semester for most of us. This was my attempt to speak into that. Special thanks to Tim Norton and Henry Coates, who’s homiletical skills are unrivaled.

I have put a link to the audio below, my delivery is less than ideal, e.g., I get off to a rough start and I sound Canadian when I say shepherds, but I thought I’d include it anyways.


One of my favorite stories in Lord of the Rings is from the Chapter Houses of Healing in the Return of the King. After the battle of Pelanor fields, when the City of Minas Tirith was successfully defended, many are left wounded by the enemy and not even the greatest healers of the city are capable of healing them. The people are left desperate for a king, for Aragorn has still not revealed himself and there is an old tale, still believed by some in the city, namely a healer by the name of Ioreth, who has tried everything she could to heal the wounded. The old saying goes, “The hands of the King are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known.” “The hands of the King are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known.”  The rightful King, THE true King, the King we are waiting for is both a mighty ruler AND a healer. “The hands of the King are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known.”  I want you to keep that in your mind as you listen to this text. Really sit with these words.

Now in those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus, that a census be taken of all the inhabited earth. 2 This was the first census taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. 3 And everyone was on his way to register for the census, each to his own city. 4 Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David, 5 in order to register along with Mary, who was engaged to him, and was with child. 6 While they were there, the days were completed for her to give birth. 7 And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

8 In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock by night. 9 And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; 11 for to you is born this day in the city of David a savior. 12 This will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” 13 And suddenly there appeared with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,

14 “Glory to God in the highest,

And on earth peace among men with whom He is pleased.”

15 When the angels had gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds began saying to one another, “Let us go straight to Bethlehem then, and see this thing that has happened which the Lord has made known to us.” 16 So they came in a hurry and found their way to Mary and Joseph, and the baby as He lay in the manger. 17 When they had seen this, they made known the statement which had been told them about this Child. 18 And all who heard it wondered at the things which were told them by the shepherds. 19 But Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart. 20 The shepherds went back, glorifying and praising God for all that they had heard and seen, just as had been told them.

“Unto you, is born this day the Savior!” The savior has come. And He does not pass you by as did the priest and the levite did the man who had fallen amongst thieves. He makes your situation his own. He has taken on your situation unto himself and made himself lowly. He remained what he was, and what he was not he assumed. Truly God became truly man. And this man came to heal and to teach the way, he put Himself at the disposal of those who needed Him. He took on the cancer of sin upon himself in order that He may cure it. He took on the cancer of hate, of racism, of death. He took all of this upon himself. He assumes sinful flesh and through this Christ heals. That’s what Christ has done. That’s what this text announces.

Christ invites us into the life of the trinity, and our humanity cannot preclude us from this.
Through this, Christ heals.
The cause of the widow and the orphan have been taken up
Through this, Christ heals.
The blind receive sight and the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up.
Through this, Christ heals.
To you a savior is born, and this savior stands with you
Through this, Christ heals.
The hands of Christ are the hands of a healer.

We are able to recognize hope because of the healing that is given to us in the incarnation. The Holy One Himself comes down to us, God in child in the manger. God comes. The Lord Jesus comes. Christmas comes.

My question for y’all is, how do we recognize this hope when we do not have someone to point it out to us. How do we recognize hope when we do not have a multitude of the  heavenly host to proclaim it to us? This has been a hard year. There has been so much pain: the shootings of San Bernardino, California, Roseburg, Oregon, Charleston, South Carolina, and the pulse nightclub in Orlando, the racial tensions from the police shootings of innocent black men to riots, the most contentious presidential election we’ve ever seen. How do we recognize hope when, instead of a heavenly host proclaiming the hope that has just been given, we have a news anchor announcing more death, racism, and hate?

If you are like me, you are so desperate for some semblance of hope that you will follow anything that looks like angels proclaiming it and try to heal the hopelessness yourself.  You will burry yourself in your work, you will try and find hope in friends, or you simply plug your ears and hum only to find the every single effort fruitless.

To find the true answer we turn to our passage. “For to you is born this day in the city of David a savior” These words, friends, “to you, a savior,” is the Christmas story. The event that is being proclaimed here by the angel of the Lord, the action of the man who provides us hope, is how we recognize hope. It is true, we do not have angels descending from heaven to proclaim the presence of Hope to us. We do not have angels to proclaim to us that we should not be afraid, when we fear all hope is lost and we feel the weight of pain and hopelessness. What we do have is knowledge of a specific event, an event in history, an action taken by he that gives hope, in the city of David while Quirinius was governor of Syria.

We recognize hope by the past and promised action of Christ, god with us.

But what exactly is the action that is being done that gives us hope, that allows us to recognize this hope without the angel of the Lord proclaiming it to us like he did to the shepherds keeping watch over their flocks by night? My friends, the action that we may know him by, that we may recognize hope is his movement towards us, the Holy one himself comes down and becomes a child in a manger. “to you, a savior!”

Brothers and sisters, sometimes we need to be reminded of this. We need to be reminded that hope is given and we have found it. That a light shines in the darkness, and the darkness cannot lay hold of it. For in this action, we can recognize our hope. When we do not have angles to sing and proclaim our hope, we tend to follow any proclamation we can find in an attempt to heal ourselves from whatever is bearing down upon us. We try and find hope in relationships, we try and find hope in our accomplishment within the church, or we burry ourselves in our studies and we make our grades and our performance apart of our identity. We need to be reminded that our hope is found, only, in these words, “to you, a savior.” And it is this savior, alone, who heals.

For the hands of the King of the hands of a healer and and so shall the rightful king be known. We left Aragorn outside of the city, however, seeing the need, but still not wanting to reveal himself as the true king just yet, enters the city but he furls up his banner and enters as a Ranger, a man of an unknown, mysterious people from the North. He enters the House of healing, gathers a little known weed called Kingsfoil, and heals Faramir. Faramir stirs and Aragorn tells him, “Walk no more in the shadows, but awake! You are weary. Rest a while and take food, and be ready when I return.” He is recognized as the rightful king and rumors spread throughout the city that the true king has returned.

Walk no more in the shadows, but awake! You are weary. Rest a while and take food, and be ready when I return.

That is what we do in Advent. We wait. We wait for the final consummation of Christ’s action towards us. It is true that Christ has come, christ has healed, and we see this and recognize this hope but because of this action we also await a future hope. We wait until Christ comes back and makes all things new. But this time He will not enter the city as a Ranger with banners furled, or a child born in a manger because we cannot find room for him. He will come, written on his robe and thigh, King of Kings and Lord of Lords. The Holy city, the new Jerusalem, will descend down from heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And he will tabernacle amongst us. He will wipe away every tear from our eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying, nor shootings, nor racism, nor hate. He will heal all. For the former things will have passed away.

Until that day, we wait. We sit with the hope found in the incarnation, god for us. We see the action taken towards us, we see the hope. Brothers and sisters, until that day, walk no more in the shadows, You are weary. Rest a while, and take food, and be ready when He returns.

A Seminarian’s Reminder

This semester has been a roller coaster. More and more I find myself drowning under the weight that is piled upon me. I feel like how I can only assume Atlas feels, carrying his yoke, all the while wishing it would crush its bearer. I am continuously reminded of all that I have left to do on this journey I have chosen. The next resulting thing is a question, one I have pondered late into the night, like tonight; “What the hell am I doing here?”

Tonight as I asked that question to myself I began to read Isaiah, chapter six.  Here I am presented with Isaiah having a vision of the throne room of God. I am given two different reactions to the presence of God.  Isaiah sees the seraphim before him, glorifying and praising their God. They say to Him, “HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, is the LORD of host, the whole earth is filled with his glory!”

I love how this sounds in the original Hebrew:

קָדֹ֧ושׁ קָדֹ֛ושׁ קָדֹ֖ושׁ יְיָ צְבָאֹ֑ות מְלֹ֥א כָל־הָאָ֖רֶץ כְּבֹודֹֽו׃

qädôsh qädôsh qädôsh [Adonai] tz’väôt m’lo khäl-hääretz K’vôdô

And then Isaiah gives his response to the presence of God. “Woe to me! For I am destroyed! For I am a man of unclean lips and I am living among a people of unclean lips! For my eyes have seen the king, LORD of hosts!”

Too often I follow Isaiah when presented with God and his plan for me. I am destroyed, for I am a man of unclean lips. I am not smart enough! I am not capable! I am not able to fulfill all that you have planed for me! I am a sinner! I am ‘so mean that in remembrance of my mortality, I mayest say to corruption, “Thou art my father,” and to the worm, “Thou art my sister”’  I see God’s glory and the possibility of an abundant life because it is centered around Jesus Christ and I shudder.  Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from the body of this death?

I forget about the provision of the Lord. I forget His promises of love and forgiveness. I forget that  the LORD God condescended to Isaiah and a seraph flew down to him and touched a hot coal to his lips and told him; “Look! This has touched your lips and has removed your guilt, and your sin is annulled.”  I forget that ‘in Christ thou art so honored that thou canst say to the Almighty, “Abba, Father,” and to the Incarnate God, “Thou art my brother and my husband.”’


The Lord God then says “Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?” Because Isaiah’s sins are cleansed and he is made right in the eyes of the Lord, he is able to respond;

I am here! Send me!

Sometimes I forget, that is why I am here. I am here because the only response that I know of to God’s grace and provision, and his forgiveness and love is the phrase “I am here! Send me!”

I have dedicated my life to spurring others on to a deeper relationship with Christ through discipleship, being intentional with my relationships, and by humbly seeking after the deep things of God and teaching others what I have learned. And I, like St. Peter, know of no where else to go and know of no one to go to. For Christ has the words of eternal life and I believe and have come to know that He is the the Holy One of God. I am convinced that he will provide manna for me while at seminary.

Sometimes I just need a reminder.

Letters to a Pilgrim Pt. 7

The final letter in our series, we find the pilgrimage complete and both the seeker and discipler thrilled.


Dear Bear Necessities,

I am thrilled to hear of your success and that you have finally made it back home.  And yes I would agree with you, there does seem to be a link between aesthetics and ontology.  Realizing that we are creations of the most high God leads us to realize our ‘beauty.’ He has placed us above the creatures of the earth and even the earth herself.  We, being bent creatures, are sought after by our creator, a relationship, though not needed by Him, is sought by Him and is achieved through our Lord Jesus Christ.  The mighty world in which you saw on your pilgrimage may point to Christ, it may be glorious and magnificent, but we are the only creation that a relationship is sought by God.  I am reminded of what Spurgeon once said, and it would be quite appropriate to state it here, “Pause here, devout reader, and see if thou canst without ecstatic amazement, contemplate the infinite condescension of the Son of God in thus exalting thy wretchedness into blessed union with His glory. Thou art so mean that in remembrance of thy mortality, thou mayest say to corruption, “Thou art my father,” and to the worm, “Thou art my sister”; and yet in Christ thou art so honored that thou canst say to the Almighty, “Abba, Father,” and to the Incarnate God, “Thou art my brother and my husband.””

Christ condescended to save US! That, friend, is more glorious than anything you may have seen on your journey.  It is through communion with and salvation through Christ that we are able to, like other creations, point to and glorify the artist.

I am ecstatic to hear that this is what you have realized. That you friend are a son of the most high God, the same God that numbered the stars and placed them in their place, the same God that built the mountains in which you climbed for six months.  From here, I am not sure there is much more I can say, so I will leave you with this

“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.”

I look forward to hearing more about your pilgrimage over a pint and bowl of fine Virginian Pipe Tobacco.

Until then, with much love,


Letters to a Pilgrim Pt. 6

Dear Bear Necessities,

Yes I agree, your pilgrimage could in fact be considered a ‘aesthetic experience.’ But like I mentioned in my previous letter, you must be careful to remember that it is not the beauty itself you should attend to, it is that which the beauty points to that deserves your attention.  It is only then that the beauty will mean anything. Without a wholly Other, that created this beauty, the object holding said beauty would be worthless.  Furthermore, I am convinced that without the existence of a wholly Other, the idea of beauty would make no sense at all.  In order for us to label something as beautiful, we must refer to something that transcends us, it would mean nothing if we are simply referring to how an object makes us feel.  Beauty, friend, is not in the eye of the beholder, it is in the object beheld. Simply stating an subjective observation would mean nothing to the object in which we are talking about.  If we are indeed talking about the object, and not our feelings that are manifested by it, then we are talking about a value it holds, a value that is given to it by its Creator, during its creation by a wholly Other.  Now, there is indeed a subjective way in which we experience the objective, this is where Kant’s idea of the sublime comes in.  The sublime is that in which illicits a reaction from us, it is our subjective experience.

By the time you receive this, you will be arriving near the 100 mile wilderness. I indeed hope this reaches you in time.  This area is the longest portion of the Appalachian Trail with no civilization, hence the name.  This will be one of the hardest parts of your pilgrimage, not only because of the distance but because of how close it is to the end. You must push through friend.  Take courage, you have prepared for this.  It is here that solitude will be at its height.  It is here that you are least likely to run into your fellow hikers.  This portion will, if you have not already, draw you closer to your creator than ever before.



P.S.   Look out for moose.