During my childhood, high school, and college days, when I heard the word “story” I knew exactly what it meant – a tale, a narrative, something you heard around a campfire, something your grandmother waned you never to tell her (“Now, don’t tell me a story, just the truth”). Even today, it’s how I think of the word. But it began to change in the early 1980s. Somewhere along the line, it got tangled up in post-modernism and deconstructionism. The articles typically used in front of the word, like “a” or “the,” were dropped, and it became “story.” I took a course in the mid-1980s entitled “The Nature of Story.” Something had definitely changed. Zak Schmoll begins to take a look at this at Entering the Public Square.
Mainline churches are dying in America, and it’s not a cause for smugness or “I told you so” or “serves them right.” Rod Dreher at The American Conservative has the story of a Lutheran church in Minnesota: “Lake Wobegon’s Ghost Churches.” Something significant is being lost; perhaps something significant has already been lost.
Peggy Rosenthal reviews “Won’t You Be My Neighbor.” The Guardian’s poem of the week is a medieval Welsh poem, that reads surprisingly well. Thomas Brewer considers the “instagrammable” Christian life. A story about Joe and Marge and living with dementia. Beautiful summer photos from Tim Good. Thomas Kidd corrects a myth about who printed the first American Bible.
Art and Photography
Another Look: Joe and Marge – Michael Mercer at Internet Monk.
Life and Culture
Writing and Literature
Glen Campbell’s Children Sing “Gentle on My Mind”
Painting: Man with a pipe, reading, oil on canvas by (1883).