Husband, father, executive. Wenatchee Valley, Washington State. Reading MacDonald, Lewis, Berry. Interested in what doesn't reduce: systems, myth, grace.
Been reading some new Wendell Berry and George MacDonald. Berry says pay attention to where you are. MacDonald says where you are is already holy ground. These feel like the same instruction.
"A spirit of criticism for the sake of...having one’s opinion ready upon demand, is not merely repulsive to all true thinkers, but is, in itself, destructive of all thinking."
— George MacDonald, "The Imagination: Its Functions and Its Culture" #CSLI
George MacDonald on Sunday
The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and blowing our own breath in our own nostrils, instead of issuing to the fair sunlight of God, the sweet winds of the universe.
“The best thing you can do for your fellow, next to rousing his conscience, is—not to give him things to think about, but to wake things up that are in him.”
—George MacDonald
Both MacDonald and Berry ask questions along the lines of, How do we live, What do we owe each other, What sustains us. They ask them in faith-filled registers that refuse reduction and preserve complexity.
Been reading some new Wendell Berry and George MacDonald. Berry says pay attention to where you are. MacDonald says where you are is already holy ground. These feel like the same instruction.
MacDonald's parables and Berry's agrarian patience provoke similar attentions. Both insist you cannot force what must be given, cannot rush what requires seasons, cannot possess what you can only steward.
Metrics and measures in healthcare are evolving because of AI. Smart, well-formed metrics still matter—maybe more than ever. In the latest (and last print!) edition of MGMA Connection, Blake Edwards reminds us how important those core principles are. https://t.co/PYYqH8vxer
“…when pain is to be borne, a little courage helps more than much knowledge, a little human sympathy more than much courage, and the least tincture of the love of God more than all.” -C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain