Our making and fixing arise from an incredibly human impulse. Making calls us to be spirited because through it, we encounter, shape, and come to understand the way things are and work—artifacts and the things of nature.

We no longer think about issues—be they moral, political, or social—as merely abstract applications of the true and the good. We also approach them by way of an intrinsically emotional response, evoked by a series of visual impressions.

Many have embraced a counterfeit love, a barbed lie, a bated hook. How God wishes to share with us this undying love, this unchanging love, this unbreakable love!

When our experiential existence, our pain, our sorrows, that which wounds us, becomes the object of our godlike gaze, we limn a reality that is utterly internal.

No one is saying life must be drudgery; life is quite bright and exceptionally shiny. But it tends to look less so when we close our eyes and attempt to impose the world of our imaginations on the exterior.

We can’t join our communities tomorrow, we cannot strengthen those deeply human ties tomorrow. We can, and must, root ourselves into the course of human life today.

Marrying was once considered a masculine thing for a man to do. Yet contemporary cultural norms represent marriage—indeed any form of a monogamous, committed relationship—as feminizing, even shameful.

The modern idea of the individual in isolation encourages us to reject ties such as family, friendship, and love in favor of autonomy. The painful fact is, though, that man, always or for the most part, was not made to reside alone perpetually.