• This article is such a blessing, Rory. Thank you.

  • I have sympathy for suffering waters.

    Burns and creeks spiderweb the hills of East Tennessee, echoing by their burbling the chords of a different era. Not to glorify the past, but there was a time when one […]

    • A very heartening discourse with great picture words. Being a country gal years ago and loving being in nature this spoke to me in many ways. You also poked at my heart!

  • Adam Whipple wrote a new post 2 years ago

    The season of Epiphany has me thinking about curiosity. In my twenties, I lived for the moments of revelation that came pouring out of great books. I chewed through volumes of Lewis, Chesterton, Berry, Merton, […]

    • Plain obedience. How dreadful, but how wonderful. My yoke is easy, and my burden is light. I love it, Adam.

  • The country of radio theater has long been depopulated, but still its fields are fertile as ever they were. There, the imagination grows high, strengthened by roots which must dig deep to find purchase. Artists […]

  • Our backyard is surrounded by blessed groves. There’s a black maple directly behind the house, standing virtually alone in the path of the west wind. A couple of teenaged walnut trees toss their tennis ball f […]

  • My friend Kirby and I were going to play a show in an upscale planned community, and I felt the need to prepare him. “Just be forewarned,” I said. “I’ve been here before. It’s a little weird.”

    We pulled into […]

    • “Boredom is the blank space where attention is cultivated, the marathon track upon which our minds learn to breathe properly and endure strain. If we don’t appreciate the quietude and lack of stimulus, we’ll never acquire the ability to work through it.”
      My jaw dropped to the ground when I read those counterintuitive words.
      To cast (or recast) boredom into a POSITIVE light…..
      As a prelude for something that is ultimately enriching for the soul…..
      Whoa Nelly.
      You are zigging, Mr. Whipple, while the rest of the world zags.
      I would love to hear you expand on this.
      PhiL >^•_•^<

  • We moved house in 2019, just at the springing of spring. There was untold renovation work to be done, but we managed to get a small garden into the ground. There were enough tomatoes and cucumbers to put back, […]

  • I’ve tried for years to write a poem about an onion. I’ve had little success, but the effort is quite apropos, as I owe a lot to this little bulb. I know some people don’t like the onion. It is the weep- […]

    • I can’t lie, the title straight up hooked me. And the prose reeled me into the end. A well-written piece of advice. Thanks, fellow Adam.

  • The world is different now. We’re hunkering down. Thus far, for us Whipples, the price of that is small. I know it’s not small for everyone. The Psalms make a lot more sense these days. Our prayer is for doc […]

  • @mrs-hittle , I’ll tell you what my wife and I do on dates: we have pauses in our conversation.

  • Every time I see a plane, my heart breaks a little.

    Twelve years ago, I went to Dundee, Scotland, for the first time, meeting friends whom I’ve grown to love and whose work inspires me. There, in the m […]

  • There are a number of quarries in and around Knoxville where lanky, dusty men used to blast marble out of the hills before the Depression. In fact, if you read the odd town-centric indie publication here or […]

    • My mom went through a Riverdance phase when I was a kid, and I heard the cassette many times in the car as she drove me from wherever to wherever. I was pretty insensitive its beauties even at that should-be-tender age, but this particular song always held me for the duration. I didn’t know its name until now, and of course I still can’t follow any of the technical musician language, but know perfectly the plaintive note you refer to, the one that gave me chills every time. It’s a song worthy of being played in an abandoned quarry in the dead of winter, and it braces me to know that someone is lifting up the lament for us all.

    • Adam, have you recorded this? I’d love to hear your version on pennywhistle. If not, we’ll all have to find a good spot at hutchmoot. Maybe down by the Harpeth.

  • First things first: spoiler alert. This is going to get messy, because I got messy.

    I got the last good seat at the 9:30 showing of Avengers: Endgame—the only seat left from which I wouldn’t have to cra […]

    • “Of course there was a hammer. In the story of Death dying, there’s always a hammer.”
      Phenomenal, my man. I had much the same experience in my viewing, especially in regards to the comic book cheapening of death and being glad for the ways this film avoided that.
      Can’t wait to share!

    • Thank you for this. I found myself at the pivotal death in the movie (trying to tiptoe around spoilers) hoping that this one would be permanent, and wondered at myself. I’m glad to not find myself alone and for your reading out of some of why that might be.

    • “Of course there was a hammer. Whatever it meant to the Russos, I cannot but remember that, in the story of Death dying, there is always a hammer.”
      I too stayed waiting for a post-credit morsel that never came, and heard the hammer but didn’t think too much of it – certainly didn’t take it that direction. That shiverated me, bro. Great essay.

  • One of the difficulties I have with the Scriptures is my inability to see where the jokes are hidden. Jokes are cultural, and I’m neither Jewish nor several thousand years old, so even if the context is e […]

  • Jess Ray’s music defied the conventions of debut releases. She seemed, with 2015’s Sentimental Creatures, to have leapt right into her stride. Now, this year’s Parallels + Meridians jumps equally as far ahead […]

    • And her voice! The only thing I can compare it to is when I was wheeled into an operating room, scared and cold in my hospital gown. Then a nurse heaped warm blankets on top of me. Her voice is like that feeling.

    • Are you guys planning to carry this one in the store?

  • This already makes my year. In addition to the blessing of funding, which is a testament not only to the Lord but also to your hard work in worship of the Lord, the fact that you have spent so much time praying over the Rabbit Room and North Wind Manor is a great encouragement.

  • [Editor’s note: We’ve decided to take the last few days of 2018 to repost some of our favorite pieces of writing that showed up on the blog this year. The second piece we’re sharing is “Awkward Saint Crazy” by […]

    • Wow… the grace that permeates this piece is amazing. There’s not the slightest hint of bitterness or defensiveness. Just honesty and grace. Grace for yourself and for your neighbor. A willingness to be misunderstood because of a bedrock in Christ. Humility, and courage. Thank you for your honesty and for giving us a glimpse into your humanity. It helps us understand you and others like you, even as it reminds us that we’re not so very different.

  • Matthew, to be perhaps even more incisive, the thing I remember most from being a young kid in a little Baptist church is the architecture. The carpet was blood red. CSI blood red. Above us was a labyrinth of dark woodwork that absorbed a good deal of the light. We literally seemed to stand upon the blood of Jesus beneath a cloud of unknowing.

  • Near the end of his life, Pope John Paul II was seated on his chair at the Christmas Eve Midnight Mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. He was in his eighties and suffering from Parkinson’s. He had trouble sitting up str […]

    • This is great, Adam. Thank you.

    • Matthew, to be perhaps even more incisive, the thing I remember most from being a young kid in a little Baptist church is the architecture. The carpet was blood red. CSI blood red. Above us was a labyrinth of dark woodwork that absorbed a good deal of the light. We literally seemed to stand upon the blood of Jesus beneath a cloud of unknowing.

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