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An Alien Hope

03/19/10

Permalink 05:52:19 am, by dissidens Email , 127 words, 3187 views   English (US)
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An Alien Hope

 

"Surely He hath borne our griefs."

Christ's heart was wrung for me, if mine is sore;
   And if my feet are weary, His have bled;
   He had no place wherein to lay His Head;
If I am burdened, He was burdened more.
The cup I drink, He drank of long before;
   He felt the unuttered anguish which I dread;
   He hungered who the thousands fed,
And thirsted who the world's refreshment bore.
If grief be such a looking-glass as shows
   Christ's Face and man's in some sort made alike,
      Then grief is pleasure with a subtle taste:
      Wherefore should any fret or faint or haste?
Grief is not grievous to a soul that knows
   Christ comes,--and listens for the hour to strike.

---Christina Rossetti

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1 Comment from: Jim W [Visitor] Email
Yeah, that's a poem that any emergent would do well to read and learn from, instead of blathering the "poor, pitiful me" drivel that always seems to be the default position of the modern "seeker".
PermalinkPermalink 03/19/10 @ 08:36

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2 Comment from: dissidens [Member] Email

Well, that’s very true: Emergence certainly has lost entirely the Christian view of suffering.

But we’re also trying to keep our eye on the ball here: I post this in the context of our larger discussion. We didn’t go from Rossetti to Sakler in a week. Intervening religious sensibilities have brought us to feel that self-obsession can be a spiritual discipline.

Rossetti is no more a soul-mate to Fundagelicalism than she is to Emergence.

Who did not preserve for us this sensibility?
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3 Comment from: Scott [Visitor] Email · http://dandelionend.wordpress.com
Ah, me. (No pun intended.) My recollections of the poetry I heard as a child include more of things like "Crossing the Bar", "The One-Hoss Shay", and, I almost hesitate to mention, "The Raven". Poets such as John Donne were introduced, but as an aside, in high school, and I don't recall Rosetti, or Faber, or others in Tozer's Christian Book of Mystical Verse.

My point is, those who failed to introduce these to my generation, whether from lack of knowledge on their part, or from lack of affection for it, also failed to preserve for us this sensibility.

May I not be guilty of this, myself.
PermalinkPermalink 03/20/10 @ 20:40

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