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  • Discipleship is Ardent Following; or, “I thought I followed Shelley, who thought he was following radiant desire.” Today’s post is part of the ongoing blog series Discipleship: Re-Imagining Our Calling From Christ that the wonderful Tyler Braun is putting on.  I’m absolutely honored to a part of this eclectic group of writers.     I have to confess, when Tyler asked me to write about discipleship, my English-major brain turned to etymology. I thought to […] Jenelle No responses August 8, 2013
  • Finding Solitude in the City; or, John Keats’ first published Piece O Solitude (1816) O SOLITUDE! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; – climb with me the steep, Nature’s Observatory – whence the dell, Its flowery slopes – its rivers crystal swell, May seem a span: let me thy vigils keep ‘Mongst boughs pavilioned; where […] Jenelle No responses January 12, 2013