Author Archives: patradallmann

None but Christ, none but Christ, saith my soul, from the sense of my continual need of him, and from the deep love of my heart unto him. –Isaac Penington Last autumn, Madeleine Vaché and I began inviting some Friends … Continue reading →

[Here is a short essay from the last time North America witnessed a total solar eclipse: August 2017.] This past Monday, the 21st, was the day of the solar eclipse, and verses from Mark came to mind: But in those … Continue reading →

Time will say nothing but I told you so,Time only knows the price we have to pay;If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show,If we should stumble when … Continue reading →

This past month my daughter sent me a podcast in which was recounted the life history of Benjamin Lay, an early abolitionist and Quaker of the 18th century. Lay often acted as would a modern performance artist, engaging in inventive … Continue reading →

It is conceived in sorrow, and brought forth without any to pity it; nor does it murmur at grief and oppression. It never rejoices but through sufferings, for with the world’s joy it is murdered. I found it alone, being … Continue reading →

These are all figures; and as the sun without thee, so the sun of righteousness arising with healing in his wings within thee. All who mind the measure which God hath given you, it will open unto you these outward … Continue reading →

And the Lord God of their fathers sent to them by his messengers, rising up betimes, and sending; because he had compassion on his people, and on his dwelling place: But they mocked the messengers of God, and despised his … Continue reading →

“Whatsoever is excellent, whatsoever is noble, whatsoever is worthy, whatsoever is desirable” in the Christian faith, is ascribed to this Spirit, without which it could no more subsist than the outward world without the sun. Hereunto have all true Christians, … Continue reading →

[T]he lack of meaning in life is a soul-sickness whose full extent and import our age has not yet begun to comprehend. — Carl Jung Today on my walk around the Philadelphia neighborhood where I live, I noticed several small … Continue reading →