The fear of the wicked, it shall come upon him
Happiness consists of joy and sorrow, while unhappiness consists of pleasure and misery.
If there is such thing as a gospel aphorism, this would be it, or if Blake wrote Proverbs of Heaven, this would be in it.
Bruce C. has a sound post up on discernment. It’s practical but inspiring. It touches on virtue ethics, the light of Christ, the divinity of the soul, the Holy Ghost, synchronicity as revelation, and the uses of adversity and repentance (i.e., trial and error).
When Moses began laying heavy plagues on Egypt, the priests of Pharaoh were able to explain it away, at least at first. This is seen in the Book of Mormon where people begin to explain away the prophecies, as mere guesses. Similarly, we are told that when Christ comes, the sign of his coming will be explained away as merely a comet, planet, etc. This is often seen with respect to miracles and curses.
I never expected to see that excuse making in myself. (more…)
I’m rather fond of it myself. I wonder if it is revealing that His Majesty’s artistic interests are confined almost entirely to the abstranct and nonrepresentational. It was precisely the other way with Adolph Hitler.
Although his tastes run towards highly abstract art. Symbolic art he tends to dismiss with a snort of disgust, rather as J.R.R. Tolkien was dismissive of literary allegory.
(And I can’t believe I just compared His Majesty to J.R.R. Tolkien. I feel like I need to go scrub my mouth out.)
This morning, over breakfast, he had this to say: “Rather rude of those German artists to preempt the Obama administration.”
It seems His Majesty is as contemptuous of symbolic politics as he is of symbolic art and allegorical literature. Which, come to think of it, sometimes seem like they’re all the same thing.
I don’t recall ever hearing him express an opinion on religious symbolism. He is not a believer, naturally, and I’m not sure I want to broach the topic.
The Great Divorce is a great story. It is not a perfect story. I’m thinking here of the episode of the Dwarf and the Tragedian. Short summary: there is a sinner who uses other people’s pity to manipulate them. His wife descends from Heaven to tell him to repent and be saved. In the process we learn that she doesn’t feel sorry for him any more. She doesn’t even feel sad that he’s damned. In Heaven there is no pity, Lewis says.
I’m thinking about Paul in the Athenian Aeropagus.