From the archives
Thanks to The Atlantic, I’m reading the book From the Hook of Holland to the Horn of Constantinople. In his late teens in the early 30s the author decided on a whim to walk across Europe and this is his memoir.
At one point he is moved by religious art from the years just before the Reformation and he quotes a poem fragment from a man named John Skelton who lived and wrote in the same period.
my blood, man,
for thee ran,
it can not be nayed.
My body, blue and wan,
It came to me strongly that I spend too much time pondering the meaning, extent, and nature of the Atonement and not enough time at the foot of the cross.
Pondering has its place. It can breathe fresh life into relations that have grown stale. But we would do better ofttimes to simply “believe in Christ, and view his death, and suffer his cross and bear the shame of the world.”
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