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The Great Divorce, the Will, and Easter

God often arranges things in our lives so that an idea that is true, beautiful, and important to him will not be missed by his (sometimes) less-than-observant children. I was challenged over Spring Break by the deacon at my church to read a work of theology as a practice for Lent in preparation for Easter. By coincidence, I found myself at the largest used bookstore in the world, Powell's Books, while visiting my older brother over the break in Portland, Oregon.

Community

“Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity” [i]                                                                                  

Atmosphere: To Love and To Know Breathed In

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Pervasiveness of Dominant Ideas.––Again, we are with the philosopher in his recognition of the force of an idea, and especially of those ideas which are, as we phrase it, in the air at any given moment. "Both the circle of the family and that of social intercourse are subjected to forces that are active in the entire social body, and that penetrate the entire atmosphere of human life in invisible channels. No one knows whence these currents, these ideas arise; but they are there.

The Right Use of the Right Books

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How to use the Right Books.––So much for the right books; the right use of them is another matter. The children must enjoy the book. The ideas it holds must each make that sudden, delightful impact upon their minds, must cause that intellectual stir, which mark the inception of an idea. The teacher's part in this regard is to see and feel for himself, and then to rouse his pupils by an appreciative look or word; but to beware how he deadens the impression by a flood of talk.

Faith Framed

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Over the Christmas holidays, we visited friends on their farm. It was a brisk sunny day, as we walked corrals, pastures, and woodland, taking in nature’s sights and smells.

After surveying the land, our friends’ young son called me over to the meadow, declaring that he wanted to show me something. Looking into the tall grass, one could see a narrow path with high grasses on both sides. "The deer made the path,” he said.

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