Thursday, October 30, 2008


This is my first time ever posting on a blog. So, please, all you experienced bloggers, bear with me.

Good-bye. Nobody really likes that word. Why? It means change; it means seperation. It means a disconnection from what we had held as dear. Yet why is it so painful? I've recently begun thinking about good-byes. But I've been wondering if there's a deeper reason why the human race tries to avoid good-byes.

In the beginning, man was created and lived in communion with God. Then God created woman as a suitable companion. And for who knows how long, man and woman lived in constant fellowship with God. However, mankind sinned and fell from his state of friend of God. That was the first good-bye of man. God said good-bye to his most treasured creation. Man said good-bye to his Creator and first friend. Before the fall, there had been no such thing as good-bye in the knowledge of man.

From that time to now, good-bye has been used over and over and over. And, except in special cases, they have been very painful. They are painful, in my thoughts, because the first good-bye of man was painful. It was never supposed to be. That is why, therefore, we rejoice over the news of Christ's coming to stay with us forevermore.

Such are my thoughts. Let me know what yours are, if you care to disclose them.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Attention from Wheatstone

Hey all!
Guess who linked to our blog?  Wheatstone Academy's blog posted a link to ours.  Check out their blog at  :)  Very happy day, yes?
Under the mercy,

Monday, October 20, 2008

An Analysis

The first time I read The Man Who was Thursday, the ending felt like some kind of out of body drug induced experience. I haven't been able to get around to reading it again (I will) but I remember scouring the internet for someone who shared my confusion. Instead, I found a thorough analysis of Chesterton's "nightmare". Now before you read this please note: this is not a definitive interpretation. You must, must, must think for yourself in the world of ideas or you're pretty much philosophical road-kill.

Read this article. Think about it (Analyze the analysis). And post your thoughts about it on this blog.

So, let's talk!

Friday, October 17, 2008

The Man Who Was Thursday-Questions

Hello all and welcome to this blog!  I sincerely hope you enjoy what you find here, and not only enjoy  but possibly grow deeper in your pursuit and understanding of Goodness, Truth, and Beauty.  
Last night, a few of us had an interesting discussion of G. K. Chesterton's The Man Who Was Thursday.  All of us came to the discussion with basically the same question...what in the world happened at the end of the book?  Re-reading the last chapter, we came to the conclusion that the key not only to understanding that chapter but the entire book came in Sunday's words to the council.  
"I am the Sabbath," said the other [Sunday] without moving.  "I am the peace of God."-Man Who Was Thursday Ch. 15
The entire book hinges on Sunday, who he is, what he is in this strange nightmare.  Perhaps...Sunday is life.  Sunday is both rest and peace, and chaos and hell.  Both extremes, sorrow and darkness, and joy and light, residing in one entity.  
Life is like that...the same hand that gives us hell, gives us rest as well.  We experience pain and loss, but then we experience love and restoration.  
Is Sunday life?  Think about it.

Some other questions that I and others have come up with that I'd be interesting in exploring.
1) When does this story start and stop becoming a nightmare?
2) What is a mask that reveals?
3) Is Rosamund real life?  Who/what is she truly?
4) What significance do colours play in the story?

Under the mercy,