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Articles by Christopher Snook
Temptations in the Wilderness
Christians who observe the season of Lent customarily begin their itinerary with the account of Christ’s temptation in the wilderness (Matt. 4:1–11). Having been proclaimed the Father’s Beloved Son at the time of his baptism, Jesus is compelled by the Holy Spirit into a place of solitude. After forty days of prayer and fasting he is tempted by the devil.
Poem | To the Monks: Range Between the Armies
advent in the desert and dry bone dust of dayspring drip-dropping the thrush and the burning and now the waiting now again for the dun-colored dark ones black-clad hairshirts worn smooth and cirrus cloud beards wisped and wizened and two-fold for the two natures crevasses below the eyes runnels of salt water like faces fording the Jordan like the Nile in flood waiting the border birth of souls clutching the tree pomegranate lacework chest plates bearing the names of the many men so beautiful...
Poem | School Prayer
It couldn’t mean anything in the end all of us disheveled and lined up disorderly singing O Canada to the muzak pumped through the PA system otherwise reserved for trouble trouble trouble then silence and Mrs.
Christopher Snook: Is Canada sleepwalking into dystopia?
It was easy to miss a minor blip in the cacophonous “great give-away” during this year’s federal election: the Liberal Party’s promise to expand financial support for in vitro fertilization (IVF) under the umbrella of its “Pathways to Parenthood” plan, which earmarked $400 million to ease access to the service. The monies will be disbursed through a series of payments (up to $20,000 per person) for a single round of treatment. The goal is, in part, to make IVF equally accessible across the nation.
Poem | Anabasis at the Car Wash in New Minas
It was the only way no puddles of blood shed for the shades or shadows like hungry ghosts pressing but the South Asian at the check-out counter a diminutive Santa Lucia and baby Jesus face selling me a car wash for $6.99 and it was night when I pulled up to the open maw where green meant go then the cantus firmus of a mechanized hum the swish and falling of overgrown bottle brushes and so much water who would not be thirsty then and stepping out to drink and drink a water welling up to...
Sean Speer: Imposing artificial competition in the telecoms sector has been a cross-party failure. It’s time to unleash the market
Commentary 10 October 2024 In this April 27, 2010 file photo, a woman walks past T-Mobile and Sprint stores in New York. Mark Lennihan/AP Photo. Conservative Party leader Pierre Poilievre has signaled that if elected prime minister, he’d be inclined to pursue “real and complete competition” in Canada’s telecommunications sector.
OP-ED: AI, the Destruction of Thought and the End of the Humanities
Diversity statements are one of the many things that go for a dime a dozen these days. Part of the application packages for professorial appointments at Canadian universities, these statements (supplemented by cover letters, CVs, teaching reviews, sample syllabi, etc.) ask candidates to affirm the principles of diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) in higher education.
AI, the Destruction of Thought and the End of the Humanities
Whatever the ideological biases of ChatGPT – and even if a bias-free technology were somehow available – the social habits engendered by this most recent time- and effort-saving device undermine the care that is fundamental to the moral formation implicit in all humanities education. To cite Sacasas again, the virtue of care is undermined by the outsourcing of thought to generative technologies. Care, he writes, is “what issues forth in meaningful knowledge of the world and others.
Christopher Snook: Canadian women say they want more children. So why is B.C. publicly funding birth control?
The pursuit of autonomy and ever-increasing equity between the sexes has long stumbled on the apparent obstacle of children—particularly that the burden of bearing and rearing them falls unduly upon women. Increasing, then, the ways in which women can unshackle themselves from this responsibility has been a preoccupation of progressive policymakers for decades.
Alfred Delp in Advent | Christopher Snook
Some years ago, Pope Francis observed that we are currently engaged in a new world war, “a little here, a little there, and everywhere.” He was referring to the multitude of conflicts—interior, domestic, national, and international—that shape our experience of the contemporary world.
Hello, Suicide Prevention Hotline? I Would Like a Medically-Assisted Death
All this accumulating evidence suggests that the liberalization of assisted suicide signals the return of eugenics through the backdoor. The bureaucratic machine of contemporary culture demands the continual extinction of those who muck up the gears. Though, in a remarkable work of modern magic, this implicit urge to do away with the disabled, the elderly and the psychologically suffering is now presented as a compassionate sentiment that facilitates a victory for self-determination and autonomy.
Do words matter? Modern marketing meets the university
A memorable moment in William Deresiewicz’s Excellent Sheep: The Miseducation of the American Elite and the Way to a Meaningful Life brings to the reader’s attention the ubiquity of university mission statements reduced to a twitter-friendly minimalism, citing among the banalest examples “Think big. We do.” and “Get in. Stand out.” From one perspective, these slogans are harmless incorporations of modern commercial branding into the academy.
From the Journal of Abial Folger (19th C)
Photo by Avi Theret on Unsplash This day sixteen years ago I stepped my feet on Welsh land and a grievous day it was to me All the company who were so intimate are gone and it is little consequence now who went first But it fell to my dear son then to William and Peleg and now to George They are gone to where we are all hastening apace I have sat alone all day Subscribe To Our Newsletter Get free news and updates from Friends Journal and our QuakerSpeak video series.
Ash by Christopher Snook
And in the end is all ash, the translation of our praise to ruin, and to long days and nights at the window, the sash drawn tight against the dark— cold outside and colder still the stone, the hearth, the sill of an old house of bleached, stark bone? What is and what might have been tumble towards the grave. The house is split wood and staved in, the yard two trees and an unnamed blight. What lasts? What ruins remain?
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