The Meadows of Worship

For the past thirty-five minutes my hands have hovered over the keyboard. Each time a sentance was created it was deleted shortly after. Finally a paragraph splurged its way. It, too, was erased.

I wanted it to be profound. People would come onto this page and think, "My, that Adam is a modern Jonathan Edwards!"

What does God call that? Pride, I think. So I decided it best to let others take my place.
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...the hippies of the 1960s did understand something. They were right in fighting the plastic culture, and the church should have been fighting it too... More than this, they were right in the fact that the plastic culture - modern man, the mechanistic worldview in university textbooks and in practice, the total threat of the machine, the establishment technology, the bourgeois upper middle class - is poor in its sensitivity to nature... As a utopian group, the counterculture understands something very real, both as to the culture as a culture, but also as to the poverty of modern man's concept of nature and the way the machine is eating up nature on every side.
Francis Schaeffer, Pollution and the Death of Man

...philosophy and religion deal with the same basic questions. Christians, and especially evangelical Christians, have tended to forget this. Philosophy and religion do not deal with different questions, though they give different answers and use different terms. The basic questions of both philosophy and religion (and I mean religion here in the wide sense, including Christianity) are the questions of Being (that is, what exists), of man and his dilemma (that is, morals), and of epistemology (that is, how man knows). Philosophy deals with these points, but so does religion, including evangelical, orthodox Christianity.
Francis Schaeffer, He is There and He is Not Silent

When we are delighted with flowery meadows and gentle beezes of wind, we may consider that we only see the emanations of the sweet benevolence of Jesus Christ; when we behold the fragrant rose and lily, we see his love and purity. So the green trees and fields, and singing of birds, are the emanations of his infinite joy and bengnity; the easiness and natrualness of trees and vines are shadows of his infinite beauty and loveliness; the crystal rivers and murmuring streams have the footsteps of his sweet grace and bounty...that beauteous light with which the world is filled in a clear day is a lively shadow of his spotless holiness and happiness, and delighting in communicating himself.
Jonathan Edwards, quoted in Jonathan Edwards, A Life by George M. Marsden

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May sweet necturn fall on us,
its stickiness whole with joy.
Sprouted from green fields
of which we've not seen,
filtered through stars we've
merely seen glimmers of.