I try to start my day in an ancient text. I scold myself if my mind wanders, because I’m trying to treat it with at least the reverence I give Scottish shortbread. I’m trying to savor the stuff—even when the words feel dry and tasteless. The point isn’t just to read, but to think, and..
Can we really build the Kingdom of Heaven with men so bloodless they have never desired a woman? If denying ourselves for Christ were as simple as embarking on a starvation diet, the Kingdom would be built by a legion of ecstatic virgins, stammering repentance as their flesh failed them. Sleepless, sexless, bloodless, without limbs..