It was a really tough semester. That’s my excuse for coming home and turning my brain off. Do you ever do that? For the past two weeks, I have not had an intellectual thought. Any movie deeper than Nanny McPhee goes over my head, and I’ve been reading ridiculous fluff. I managed to convince myself that I needed fluff, mindlessness, laziness, in order to recover from the tough semester.
I think that’s crap.
One of my professors this semester pointed out that we, as a generation, are scared of beauty. We’ve got this funky, postmodern thing going on, where we see everything as relative and consider beauty to be in the eye of the beholder. Why is the Mona Lisa deserving to be in a museum while this
The gospel of grace is brutally devaluated when Christians maintain that the transcendent God can only be properly honored and respected by denying the goodness and truth and the beauty of the things of this world.
So, what am I trying to say? I don’t know. Sorry.