The world is rated R, and no one is checking IDs. Do not try to make it G by imagining the shadows away. Do not try to hide your children from the world forever, but do not pretend there is no danger. Train them. Give them
sharp eyes and bellies full of laughter. Make them dangerous. Make them yeast, and when they’ve grown, they will pollute the shadows.
(N. D. Wilson, Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl, p. 157)
“Every last material creature on this globe will come to an end. If God has the authority to invent sperm, to invent eggs, to invent DNA; if He has the authority to choose me out of a near infinite numher of possible human combinations and call me into existence out of nothing; if He has the authority to choose my parents, my race, my birthplace, my height, my intelligence, the size of my tonsils; if He has the authority to design my teeth from scratch, then He has the authority to choose my end.”
(N. D. Wilson, Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl, p. 112)
I’m thinking this is something we could profitably make use on Sunday evenings. As mentioned in the video clip below, it comes out of the book The Trellis And The Vine, which I’m currently chomping my way through and which makes great reading.