A Christmas CarolThe Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast,
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world’s desire.)The Christ-child stood on Mary’s knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down.G.K. Chesterton
What Ails Us? The Rise of the Imperial, Autonomous Self
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A rather succinct and accurate summary of our current malaise is that we
live in the age of “the imperial, autonomous self.” In effect, many if not
most ...
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