“If you talk to any serious hiker they’re like yes, demons are real, make sure you don’t walk along a stream for too long, sometimes a witch trails me for miles, avoid wearing bright colours, and pray before entering the forest. The ancient is still very much alive along the edges.” I stumbled upon that … Continue reading The Demons at the Trailhead
Category: Faith
St. George, the Dragon, and the Colours We Raise
There he stands - or rather, rides - our St. George, spear braced, horse rearing, dragon writhing beneath (featured image below). It’s an image both timeless and terribly timely. Though centuries have passed since this tale was first illuminated in parchment or carved into stone, its symbolic force remains more urgent now than ever. For … Continue reading St. George, the Dragon, and the Colours We Raise
Silent Planets and Sinless Beings: On C.S. Lewis, Aliens, and the Theological Terror of the Unknown
There are some things more predictable in modern Christian corners of the internet than the claim that aliens are demons. Not metaphorical demons. Literal, horn-polishing, red-eyed demons in flying saucers, zooming about the upper atmosphere waiting to insert microchips and destroy the family unit. One cannot sneeze in a telescope shop without someone citing Ezekiel’s … Continue reading Silent Planets and Sinless Beings: On C.S. Lewis, Aliens, and the Theological Terror of the Unknown
Bearing the Broken: Van Gogh’s Good Samaritan and the Art of Endurance
Art imitates life, or so I’m told, but in The Good Samaritan by Vincent van Gogh, life doesn’t just inspire the art - it bleeds into it. You can feel the strain in every brushstroke. This isn’t a tranquil tale of neighbourly virtue. This is what compassion looks like after the cameras stop rolling. After … Continue reading Bearing the Broken: Van Gogh’s Good Samaritan and the Art of Endurance
“Laughter Contorts the Face and Makes Monkeys of Men”: Witch-Hunting for the Bewitched and Bewildered
The problem with witches - and I say this as someone deeply in their thrall - is that once you start looking for them, you see them everywhere. In a sharp-tongued woman at the checkout, in your aunt’s herb garden, in your dog’s knowing eyes. It begins as a curious fascination and ends with you … Continue reading “Laughter Contorts the Face and Makes Monkeys of Men”: Witch-Hunting for the Bewitched and Bewildered
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