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Night had smothered the city, and the city gave up its protest in uncountable millions of bubbles and gasps of light. Below was glittering Manhattan. The east was black. The opaque hilly horizon of the west was razor-edged against a last gleam of cold white light. Destroyers rode the unbridged Hudson; ferries and small craft flecked her with light. The East River lay her dark secretive self…a cool, lamp-spotted, many-bridged stream between the sprawling white conflagrations of Brooklyn and Manhattan. It was terrifyingly beautiful up on the roof, four hundred feet above the gaudy streets, four hundred feet up in the cool dark silences, four hundred feet up nearer the stars….
Wow. That’s really something. Just wow.
Quite an interesting quote, Peter.
Happy Easter Peter.
Happy Easter to you all, too–and it really is something, Flagg, isn’t it? It still just knocks me off my feet, for the beauty and the power and the truth of it.
Consider it! Because of Him, because of that self-emptying love, we learn that there really is a center of the universe-us! What Glory. What responsibility. How can we even begin to understand? The infinite God regards his fallen people and raises us up to Himself. You have to believe it–because it is impossible. Here the philosopher’s tongue is all tied up.
Wonderful, Peter. I bought that novel after the last time you quoted it, but have yet to read it.
Happy Easter.
Thanks, Peter. Happy Easter to you and to all the good people of Ricochet!
He is Risen!
You win Claire’s Best Easter Literature contest! A joyous Easter to you, Peter.
Yes, and amen. Thank you, Peter.
Happy Easter Peter, and thanks for the post!
Everyone should check out that post, if for nothing else than the pictures of the art.
Do you think highly of this novel as a whole?
Remarkable. I’ve been working so much lately, it seems it’s been months since I’ve visited this sanctuary. I’m here 15 minutes, read this, and my heart is full. Thank you, Peter, and thank you, Ricochet. This really is the best place on the internet and all of you make it so.
I went to Sunday service with my son this morning. His church, not mine. I heard a remark from the sermon this morning that I am still pondering: because of redemtion in Christ, right here, right now, is the closest that you will ever come to Hell. I’m giving this thought.
To be honest, I’m not sure it works as a novel–the plot isn’t entirely gripping, really. It’s more a book of moments and insights, but none the less worth reading for that.
Carey McWilliams wrote that–a great political thinker and teacher who passed away a decade ago. Read more here.
My pastor said something amazing yesterday in his Easter sermon, describing Jesus hanging on the cross. “He isn’t running from Death. He is chasing Death down.”
For you and for me, the Eternal One chased down Death. He dragged Death kicking and screaming into the grave with Him. And then He rose, walked out of that grave, and left Death behind.
Hallelujah and Happy Easter.