May 23rd, 2021

What I Hope To Read

What I Hope To Read

'The Life Of Jesus Christ' Part One Volume 1, Chapters 41-92 By Ludolph of Saxony Translated By Milton T. Walsh

'Contemplating God with the Great Tradition: Recovering Trinitarian Classical Tradition' by Craig A. Carter

'God In Himself: Scripture, Metaphysics, and the Task of Christian Theology' by Steven J. Duby

'Bernard of Clairvaux: An Inner Life' biography by Brian Patrick McGuire

'Melancholy' Essays by Laszlo F. Foldenyi Translated From The Hungarian By Tim Wilkinson

'The Accidental Life: An Editor's Notes on Writing and Writers' Memoir by Terry McDonell

'A User's Guide to Melancholy' by Mary Ann Lund

'The Anatomy Of Melancholy' by Richard Burton

'The Illustrious House Of Ramires' A Novel by Eca De Queiros Translated from the Portuguese, with an afterword by Margaret Jull Costa

'Life Embitters' Stories by Josep Pla

'The Professor of Desire' A Novel by Philip Roth

'Philip Roth: The Biography' by Blake Bailey

A Hymn by Bernard of Clairvaux

1 O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, thine only crown!
O sacred Head, what glory,
what bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.

2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered
was all for sinners’ gain.
Mine, mine was the transgression,
but thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
’Tis I deserve thy place.
Look on me with thy favor,
and grant to me thy grace.

3 What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest Friend,
for this, thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
Oh, make me thine forever,
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to thee.

4 Be near when I am dying,
oh, show thy cross to me,
and for my rescue, flying,
come, Lord, and set me free!
These eyes, new faith receiving,
from Jesus shall not move,
for one who dies believing
dies safely, through thy love.
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make me firm in confronting the dangers of the world and the snares of the devil

It is 1:58 PM Sunday afternoon here in West Michigan. It is a gray damp moist afternoon. It is not as hot as was yesterday though. When I went to bed last night it was 83 degrees.

I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. When I got up Carol was as usual sitting in the living room reading devotional materials. I do not know what time she got up this morning. Right now she is taking a nap.

I spent the morning writing in my paper diary and reading from a book titled, "The Life of Jesus Christ" Part One Volume 2 Chapters 41-92 By Ludolph of Saxony. Carol went to Covenant PCA around 9 o'clock AM and was home around 11:45 AM this morning. She was late coming home from Covenant PCA because some ex-military men in her church shared their experiences in battles/Memorial Service for fallen warriors.

I do not know what I will get into this afternoon. I cleaned the kitchen and took out the garbage after Carol went to bed. I suppose I would read something this afternoon. I finished reading last night a slim book of essays titled "Essayism On Form, Feelingm And Nonfiction" by Brian Dillon.

Well, I will close to drift.

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