How to Reflect the Light of Jesus Like Diamonds
Inspirational

How to Reflect the Light of Jesus Like Diamonds

Diamonds draw me. Christmas lights mesmerize me. Anything spangled, sparkly, sequined, “who knows how,” anything glittered or glowing has an unmitigated effect on my soul. I’m always on a quest for that shine, as if it is somehow inexorably linked with the meaning of life.

When I read the words from the Gospel of John, “In Him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind,” I then understood that the meaning of life was not about me; it was for me. My life originated in the person of Jesus Christ, the creator, originator.

Taste the Rich Dialect of George MacDonald’s Scottish Novels:  A Conversation with Translator David Jack
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Taste the Rich Dialect of George MacDonald’s Scottish Novels:
A Conversation with Translator David Jack

Have you ever picked up a George MacDonald novel, only to discover that is peppered with dialogue in a Scots dialect?  As wonderfully fascinating as these conversations might sound if encountered in real life, these MacDonald passages can be downright impenetrable to readers from other countries. Today, a Scotsman by the name of David Jack…

George MacDonald and the Quest for Scottish Oatcakes
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George MacDonald and the Quest for Scottish Oatcakes

Three years ago, I interviewed Michael Phillips about his lifework of reintroducing George MacDonald’s writings to the world. Naturally, thinking and writing on the topic made me homesick for the familiar stories, and so I began to reread. While curled up in my Jerusalem home, vicariously roaming the hills of Scotland, I noticed that everyone…

George MacDonald: A Single Vision and An Open Road Between Him and God
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George MacDonald: A Single Vision and An Open Road Between Him and God

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t familiar with George MacDonald’s unforgettable characters. The Princess and Curdie, Ranald Bannerman, and Sir Gibbie were just as much a part of my world as Lucy Pevensie, Anne Shirley, and Jo March.

I remember losing myself in the thrilling tale of The Princess and the Goblin from the time I could pull books off the shelf when I visited my grandmother’s. And Linda Hill Griffith’s rich illustrations of The Christmas Stories of George MacDonald were the backdrop that accompanied my perusal of his tales each and every December.

The End.

The End.