Finally, a renewed Christianity should be oriented toward sanctity and beauty. In every crisis in the Christian past, it has been the saints and artists - fron Saint Francis down to John Wesley, Dante to Dostoevsky - who resurrected the faith from one of it’s many deaths. The example of a single extraordinary woman, Mother Teresa, did more for Christian witness in the 20th century than every theological department and political action committee put together… As (Benedict XVI) said “The only really effective apologia for Christianity comes down to two arguments, namely, the saints the Church has produced and the art which has grown in her womb.” Today we have too few of both… Worse, many Christians are either indifferent to beauty or suspicious of its snares, content to worship in tacky churches and amuse themselves with cultural products that are well-meaning but distinctly second rate. Few Americans think of religion as a great wellspring of aesthetic achievement anymore, and the Christian message is vastly weaker for it.
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Ross Douthat : Bad Religion, How we became a nation of heretics. (via joshuadavidwatson)
Find a woman who makes you feel more alive. She won’t make life perfect but she’ll make it infinitely more interesting. And then love her with all that’s in you.
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Gayle G. Roper, Shadows on the Sand: A Seaside Mystery (via thatkindofwoman)
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
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Charles Dickens
I’m a simple woman, I like handsome bearded brunette men and breakfast food.
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Channeling Ron Swanson for life. (via thatkindofwoman)
refinding my 2013 new years resolutions
I hardly ever do new year’s resolutions, but this year, there are some things I want to take care of, so here they are folks:
RESOLUTIONS
1.Get better at calling and texting people back
2.Get better at spelling
3.Be one who resists not intertains temptation
4.Know the man Jesus
5. work out 4-5 times a week
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thatkindofwoman)
