vol. 10, num. 6 :: 2011.03.25 — 2011.04.07
Snow melts and the leaves that piled up in the corners reveal themselves. Eagerness for summer boils over into a closet cleansing. Is a clean house a prerequisite for or an impediment to hospitality? To peace of mind? On the ways in which cleaning leaves us weary or satisfied, annoyed or at ease.
When does cleaning become more than a healthy habit?
On scrubbing consumerism's stain out of our cleaning rituals.
A beginner's guide from the shopkeeper of Love Your Mother earth-friendly goods.
Attempting to invoke patience one closet at a time.
Of sanity and hospitality in a home that's dirty enough to be happy.
Within the folds of clean clothes, a mother discovers something about her own mother.
On finding God in the dish water, vacuum cleaner and toilet.
What is the sound of one hand washing again and again and again?
Caroline Langston on keeping the house mindfully.
To paint a picture or to write a story or to compose a song is an incarnational activity. The artist is a servant who is willing to be a birthgiver. In a very real sense the artist (male or female) should be like Mary who, when the angel told her that she was to bear the Messiah, was obedient to the command. Obedience is an unpopular word nowadays, but the artist must be obedient to the work, whether it be a symphony, a painting, or a story for a small child. I believe that each work of art, whether it is a work of great genius, or something very small, comes to the artist and says, “Here I am. Enflesh me. Give birth to me.” And the artist either says, “My soul doth magnify the Lord,” and willingly becomes the bearer of the work, or refuses; but the obedient response is not necessarily a conscious one, and not everyone has the humble, courageous obedience of Mary.
Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art
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