The danger in espousing the holiness of the ordinary is that you may end up supposing you are approaching holiness when all you are is ordinary.
Christianity: a million ways to miss the mark – and counting!
The danger in espousing the holiness of the ordinary is that you may end up supposing you are approaching holiness when all you are is ordinary.
Christianity: a million ways to miss the mark – and counting!
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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Oh, that’s very good. Is that a Lickonarism or did you read that somewhere?
All mine. I can say that without pride because it came out of an examination of my own life.
That is ordinarily brilliant. That could be the title of your next book.
A million ways to miss the mark.
A Million Little Ways to Miss the Mark.
Now you can just fabricate stuff at will.
How ’bout:
A million ways Matthew misses the mark, drinking luke-warm water from the john…
JOB
Did you ever consider that God is calling you to live a life or Ordinary holiness?
I think sometimes that people are so caught up in trying to live extraordinary lives that they don’t listen to God closely enough.
But then I aspire to be the Patron Saint of Mediocrity (St Angelmeg the not so bad, that’s me)