Echoes and Moments

The Pilgrim: Part II "There were many at first," he breathes and goes on, "The Road was busy with those like me who wanted To flee the flames of a city, a nation, tearing it Self apart and casting the poor to the grinding stone Like Babylon, Rome, great Persia before; The Empire claiming Godhood for all to cling to, and kneel." "We wasted no time with our things, we  Have seen enough of material gain, spending long Days and years working for scraps of paper now Burning with all the banned books and seditious  Speech read aloud as hate; all we did was claim that this Road was more than a myth, more than the hope of a fool." I dare interrupt with a smile, the first to my lips in long Weeks as the autumn chill cuts into thin skin: "Hope? Is Not hope the very thing that proves the fool as wisest of them All? He has wasted his riches for nothing, and in Nothing he Finds the very truth he sought all his long life..." and we St...

It's not a coincidence she looks like an Elf princess... Considering the dirth of negative press, critical reviews, and general shade thrown at the DC Cinematic Universe since Henry Cavill groaned and yelled his way through Zack Snyder's overcooked Man of Steel in 2013, I was greatly pleased to see much in the way of positive feedback surrounding the franchise's latest offering, Wonder Woman. Since origins stories are necessarily difficult endeavors with regards to the source materials, fanbase of comic readers, and general public, I am always willing to cut slack to films that stick to the basics of all good filmmaking: character and narrative. While the superhero genre has saturated the screens for over a decade, I was reminded by a friend that before Robert Downey Jr. launched the Marvel Cinematic Universe into its current reign as a box-office juggernaut with Iron Man in 2008, the vast majority of regular joes/janes (myself included) were more familiar with the DC l...

Heaven in 2017. As the shards of my consciousness reform after the inevitable energy drain received in the aftermath of an intense five-day urban program (and the final project for my ministry with InterVarsity), the depth of my awareness for the wounds of young people returns. When the reactive depression recedes like a strong tide, and the wind stings my face beside a salty shore, and the connective tissue in my thoughts, emotions, and passions resume their normal furious pull -- there is another, deeper crisis in miniature, the point where my courage falters, a split-second where the absurdity overwhelms and paralyzes. In a talk I gave at the end of Day Three of the program, I described the work of French novelist and philosopher Albert Camus, who evolved from the same colonial European milieu that produced Derrida and dialogued with the great existentialists (whom he never enjoyed being lumped in with). He is famous for giving flesh to the concept of the Absurd, which in br...