To be a Christian who is willing to travel with Christ on his downward road requires being willing to detach oneself constantly from any need to be relevant, and to trust ever more deeply the Word of God.
Henri NouwenRead
The 'deep' civic function of the humanities . . . is something understood very well by totalitarian societies, which tend to keep close tabs on them, and to circumscribe them in direct proportion to how stringently the population is controlled.
Interpretation
The humanities play a crucial role in shaping society, especially as a tool for controlling populations in totalitarian regimes.
In this quote, Mark Slouka highlights the vital role that the humanities play in a society's civic life, pointing out that totalitarian regimes recognize and fear this influence. By monitoring and restricting access to the humanities, such societies aim to maintain control over their populace, demonstrating how integral cultural and intellectual pursuits are in fostering critical thought and civic engagement.
In practice
In a discussion about the importance of arts and culture in school curriculums.
To be a Christian who is willing to travel with Christ on his downward road requires being willing to detach oneself constantly from any need to be relevant, and to trust ever more deeply the Word of God.
I'm trying to have a moment o' existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it's a puir lookout if a man canna feel the chilly winds o' fate lashing aroound his netheres wi'out folks telling him he's deid, eh?
In the philosophic sense, observation shows and experiment teaches.
Believe in the holy contour of life.
God Most High has said, "Is the reward of virtue aught save virtue?" . . . Know, O man, that the covenant of servanthood is incumbent upon you, and that the covenant of Lordship is incumbent upon His magnanimity, as He Most High has said, ". . . and fulfill your covenant, I shall fulfill My covenant."
We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill into our heads, dragging minutes into hours, hours into years. We withered and grew old between those cries.
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