tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204664686568393114.post5574780044597507604..comments2023-11-02T01:43:20.189-07:00Comments on At Wisdom's End: The Poetry of Divine LoveSamuel C Bunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13931395216787784171noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204664686568393114.post-72403505985917420642017-03-04T08:00:37.624-08:002017-03-04T08:00:37.624-08:00Well put, Jack!Well put, Jack!Samuel C Bunchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13931395216787784171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204664686568393114.post-68197072294960479892017-03-04T07:00:06.251-08:002017-03-04T07:00:06.251-08:00I would argue that anyone who doesn't believe ...I would argue that anyone who doesn't believe that Christ's words have the power to effect a different kind of reality is not truly a Christian. It's all through the Gospels...Christ says a few words, and things change. He tells the storm winds to stop blowing, not as we often do in our empty cursing against nature, but in such a way that the mindless wind obeys. He tells the widow at Nain (and the mourners of Jairus's daughter) to stop weeping, not in the weak sense of offering mere emotional comfort (as we humans do), but in the strong sense of being able to effect with his words a new reality which supplants the power that was causing them to weep in the first place (namely, death). One poet once described Christ turning the water into wine in this way: "The conscious water saw its Master, and blushed."Jack DisPennetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01999955744311475772noreply@blogger.com