Meditating on John Donne's Holy Sonnets this Lent.
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We are little worlds made of body and soul, expertly made, but sin
has betrayed these worlds to “endless night,” to the grave and
everlasting damnation. The Scriptures are clear what the wages of
sin entail: death. Donne then calls upon God.
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em>You which beyond that heaven which was most
high
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Have found new spheres, and of new lands can write,
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Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
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Drown my world with my weeping earnestly,
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Or wash it if it must not be drowned no more;
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He desires to lament his sins, but even for this he calls upon God
to “pour new seas in mine eyes …” If this sinful world — that
is, Donne himself — cannot be drowned because God said he would
never again drown the world, he asks to be washed by these
plentiful tears.
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em>But oh it must be burnt; alas the fire
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Of lust and envy have burnt it heretofore,
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause
and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress
impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist
surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our
culture.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it,
makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so
many people seem to be hostile to it?