Saturday, January 14, 2012

Awash but alive

I read Poe's "Descent into the Maelstrom" a bit ago, during a midnight feeding of my infant son, Ivan. It had been recommended to me as a metaphor for navigating the media age, which seemed fitting enough. It's a good read, and available in the public domain, FYI.

*Spoiler alert*
The protagonist's brothers are destroyed: the one who lashed himself to the mast swept away when the mast breaks in the gale, the other who refuses to abandon the ship even when it's clearly doomed. The protagonist escapes only by observing how the maelstrom seems to work, and then abandoning himself to his only hope: that he read the signs right.

Just hanging on is not necessarily good; if your anchor is not sound, neither will you be. "if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?" Ps11:3. As I sit here in the middle of homework, two papers, one analysis for a proposal that might get me funded for more time, and with my dear wife running diaper laundry for Ivan, I am simply thankful that Christ is the rock of my soul. If I've read the signs right,
" Redeemer lives,
and at the last he will stand upon the earth.
And after my skin has been thus destroyed,
yet in my flesh I shall see God,
whom I shall see for myself,
and my eyes shall behold, and not another.
My heart faints within me!" Job 19:25-27