The Altar of Philosophy

The intention of this article is to present a problem: a problem of intention and meaning. Lately, my musings have been concerned with these two problems of intention and meaning within the realm of philosophy. Now, to avoid these two problems when discussing philosophy one must understand what is meant and often times intended with the usage of the word ‘philosophy’. It is almost never intended to be the original designation of ‘the love of wisdom’, instead, it is a usually referenced as a system.

What is this system? Well, without any foundation, they are systems of thought that seem to do nothing but puff themselves up with faulty assumptions or vain thinking. However, upon a foundation, they are useful tools in the evangelization of the truth. Upon a sound foundation of a particular philosophical system these other philosophies serve as useful tools. If philosophy is not used as a means to an end, then it will do nothing else but breed heresy, skepticism, and will horrendously damage the truth, the truth understood as the Gospel, or literally the “Good News”. To demonstrate the point, the philosopher William James has noted that we don’t ask whether a hammer is true or not, but whether it works in producing the desired effect; this is the glory of philosophy, and the beauty in pure reason.

So then, what is this altar of philosophy of which this article is so sternly named? It is a worship of the lesser-system of philosophical thought without regard for the particular foundation of philosophical thinking. One might ask, well certainly, but what on earth can this particular philosophical system be? Will it cause you to recoil at the thought of myself stating objectively what this particular system is? That this is not something that is based upon one’s own feelings, but rather is absolute and entirely objective without regard for what one thinks of it. I speak of this Person Christ. The very Word upon which all creation hangs.

So what do we make of this? Have you been granted an intellectual mind? Good! Use it for the glory of the truth. The only thing you have left to discover, is precisely this: discover the truth. Seek it in Personhood of God, ask, and receive. Call upon his name, the name of Christ, and receive the due justice of a renewed mind that is conformed to the very object of pure reason.

“Goodbye Innocence”

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             "Goodbye Innocence"
               by Lance Gracy

Goodbye innocence, hello grim reality;
Goodbye effortless, hello saintly totality.
Goodbye, goodbye
It was bliss while lasting.

Goodbye ease of soul, hello harrowing;
Goodbye earthly pleasures, hello longing.
Goodbye, goodbye
Now for such arduous belonging.

Farewell all you who rest in ignorance,
Farewell to your joyous sense;
For life may be a frightening fit,
A solemn existence, a prison, an unrelenting bit.

Goodbye O world, so long, farewell;
Goodbye, of your secrets I do tell.

Goodbye world, in you I do not belong;
Goodbye you mockers, play your lucre song.

Goodbye, goodbye,
For where shall I find my rest?

Goodbye, goodbye,
In Christ I find my best.

 

“A Light Missing”

A light missing-
Chaos and Calamity
A light missing-
Mind ensuing insanity

A light missing-
A solemn retreat to pain
A light missing-
My Soul waxes and it wanes

A light missing-
A touch of darkness so well known
A light missing-
An awful, blackened, desperate sort of moan

A light missing-
O, so evidently seen
A light missing-
To be acquainted with that not-so-friendly fiend

A light missing-
Hope, an ever distant friend
A light missing-
This heart must break to mend

A light missing-
Healing must come soon
A light missing-
Your love and grace the remedy, the boon

Night Recapitulation

I dreamed of You and Your work.
Such wonder I held before You.

Today was marked by a mesmerizing jolt of blessedness. O, how my heart sang with joy! It sure was You that shined upon me; I wish such an occurrence were to happen often. There is so much life in You- so why do I lack this abundant life? What tyrannical mechanism has stepped in between You and I?;

Stop this foul tyrant, Lord of Hosts! Delay no longer! For, today is the day of Salvation!

Sing me Your lullaby and grant me a melodic chord to dream peaceably with You. May my days be sustained and full of Heavenly life; May the praise of a blessed earthly existence be ever on my lips- eager to exalt Your name.

As I glance at my canine companion, I know You are Maker. Such waggish workmanship You have ordained for my pleasure. O Lord, I bless Your name. Great are Your deeds, and greater still Your thoughts from mine. Now, Good Lord, let me sleep a sleep from Heaven. Guide me into Your Spirit and afford me the privilege of perception that I may know You more. Do not let me go. Cleave tightly to me and never, never let go.

Daily Meditation

I can hardly comprehend the text.
Where is the fire that is supposed to swell within me?

I ponder you in my heart, but to no avail; is this the loneliness You suffered? I am left lacking, and in need of Your fulfillment. Must I continue seeking these devices to quench the longings of my soul? It seems vain philosophy is my pursuit, for, have I ever really sought You?
Known You?
Cared at all for the workmanship of Your hands?

O Lord, I am perplexed, and left to aimlessly search for that privacy of will where I am secure in You. Are these mere scribblings of a man gone mad, or am I to be obedient to Your commandments? I long for my bride, as I can only imagine You long for Yours. My God, how much You have suffered for love! Grant me the strength to do the same. Grant me the strength to glare deeply in Your Word; that Word by which others can forsake and yet I, even I, can in wondrous solidarity, be at peace. Quickly, I say, quickly reveal Yourself in ways not known to me. Grace me with a feeling that You are near. Rain your residual effects upon the lampposts of my tender affection for You. Be more than what You are to me, and be more.

O, for the love of God, be more.

Night Contemplation

As I sit, I wonder.
What will all eventually be?
Will You lift me high upon Your shoulders and out from the murky deep?
Do my groans of desperation reach Your Holy ears?

Why, but why must the struggle continue? Is it my wickedness? Or could it be my seemingly incomprehensible manner of thinking? This I know;

that it is only with You that I shall survive and have my being. Pour me a strong drink of Your serenity. Heal me, quickly. Reconcile, swiftly. Restore, O God, that life of blessedness I enjoyed. Do not remember the sins of my youth, but show me that exuberant treasure of Your love and tender mercy. Shower upon the intricacies of my heart Your divine nature. Cause my senses to be heightened, that I may not depart from Your glory. Be my everlasting, and strengthen me for the good work appointed to Your servant. I am but a slave who anxiously looks to the aid of his master. Before all of this however, who are you to me? A series of faulty assumptions? God forbid! You, O, but You most certainly are my breath of life. May I readily be quick to always remember you as the horn of my salvation. Be my God, and I shall be Your son.