The Broken Way

Ann Voskamp's style is hard for some people to take. Her books are prose poetry, and those who are interested in a strictly academic systematic theology will be disappointed. I find that her writing style is the most common criticism by people who don't like her books. I, however, love the way she writes. It's like an amalgam of T.S. Eliot and Bonhoeffer.

Another criticism I've heard of Voskamp is that her theology is heretical mysticism that perverts the gospel. I read one "discernment" blogger saying that she could hear the whispering of the serpent through Ann Voskamp's writing. I honestly don't get this one at all. I didn't find any trace of bad doctrine in this book at all. Maybe she emphasizes things in a different way than I would, maybe she uses non-standard theological vocabulary, but what she is presenting here is a pretty solid theology of suffering such as Martin Luther would have undoubtedly approved. She's also probably more well…

Ash Wednesday

Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself. 
-Book of Common Prayer, 1662

The Day is Past and Gone
Words by: John Leland, 1792
Tune by: Elisha West, 1802

The day is past and gone;
The evening shades appear:
Oh may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.

We lay our garments by
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
of what we here possess.

Lord keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
'Till morning light appears.

And when we early rise
And view th'unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize
And after glory run.

And when our days are past
And we from time remove,
O may we in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love.

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