Psalm 19, John 5:39–40, 1 Corinthians 1:22–25


  1. Wonder
  2. Wisdom
  3. Humility


They [great poets] are not discovering the extraordinary within the ordinary. They are, for the briefest of instants, perceiving something of reality as it truly is.
— Wiman 52
We are all starved for the Glory of God, not self. No one goes to the Grand Canyon to increase self-esteem. Why do we go? Because there is greater healing for the soul in beholding splendor than there is in beholding self. Indeed, what could be more ludicrous in a vast and glorious universe like this than a human being, on the speck called earth, standing in front of the mirror trying to find significance in his own self-image? It is a great sadness that this is the gospel of the modern world.
— John Piper, Seeing & Savoring Jesus Christ
Even the secularist is pressed by a sense of something more — some “fullness” that wells up within (or presses down upon) the managed immanent frame we’ve constructed in modernity.
— James K.A. Smith, How (Not) to Be Secular: Reading Charles Taylor
If you don’t feel strong desires for the manifestation of the glory of God, it is not because you have drunk deeply and are satisfied. It is because you have nibbled so long at the table of the world. Your soul is stuffed with small things, and there is no room for the great.
— John Piper, A Hunger For God
The poem taught me something, and one of the things it taught me was that if you do not “think” of God, in whatever way you find to do that, if God has no relation to your experience, if God is not in your experience, then experience is alway an end in itself, and always, I think, a dead end. Not only does experience open into nothing else, but that ulterior awareness, that spirit-cleansing whiff of the ultimate, never comes into the concrete details of existence either. You can certainly enjoy life like this; you can have a hell of a time. But I would argue that life remains merely something to be enjoyed, and that not only its true nature but also something within your true nature remains inert, unavailable, mute.
— Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss, 58-59


Praise To The Lord

O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing

Come Ye Sinners

New Again

I Stand Amazed (How Marvelous)