
“The sharper the light of faith, the more glaring are apt to be the distortions the writer sees in the life around him.” ~ Flannery O’Connor
Welcome to Wiseblooding! In these pages, you’ll find a wide assortment of reflections on faith, family, poetry and life, all filtered through the light of faith to which Flannery O’Connor refers in the above quote. What O’Connor identifies as “distortions,” I’m more likely to call ironic. The world we occupy offers beauty and excellence, often right alongside crudities and dissonance. How to make sense of a world run amok?
Recognizing Grace
I find it’s indispensable to focus on and acknowledge elements of grace even when the horizon seems bleak and unwieldy. It’s impossible to recognize grace without fine-tuning one’s senses. For me, that means maintaining a healthy sense of humor and yielding (daily!) to a renewed understanding of God’s sovereignty.
Free Without Obligation
The usual trend online is to generate income through a website, but you’ll find no monetary pitches here. (I’m a contrarian!) In this space, the content is free, and will remain free to include a couple downloadable books (see links below). If you appreciate what you read, a kind comment or two will suffice. I hope you return often. God bless!
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Mr. Peabody’s Improbable History
The amazing website https://archive.org maintains a seemingly endless library of documents, movies, software, music, images and more, a volume of information as varied as the people who use it! The archive preserves (among other things) info that might vanish when a website is shut down or redesigned, making it a useful resource. While I’ve found…



Renewing Old Memories
Queue the mellifluous tones of Doris Day‘s 1945 signature hit “Sentimental Journey.” The song became an oft-repeated anthem for veterans returning from European battlefields, in no small part because of Day’s velvety vocal delivery. Gonna take a sentimental journey, Gonna set my heart at ease. Gonna make a sentimental journey, To renew old memories. Though…



