 After clicking 'Play', please wait a few moments for the podcast to load. You can also listen on Spotify, Apple, Google, Podomatic, Player FM and Deezer. Listen to other Forecasts here. Josh and Will introduce the theme of Forecast Season 2, 'Called Forth: Vocation and Faith'. They describe how their experiences have shaped their understanding of vocation, outlining three dimensions of vocation: the universal, the personal and the overlap between the two. Then they discuss the key terms, particularly 'discernment', and give a brief outline of the year to come. In this episode, Will refers to the book God Hides in Plain Sight by Dean Nelson, a Foreshadow contributor. You can find his book here. Josh Seligman is the founding editor of Foreshadow. He and Will Shine are co-hosts of Forecast.
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 Paula Modersohn-Becker, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons 'A Better Resurrection' by Christina Rossetti I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears; Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the falling leaf O Jesus, quicken me. My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk; Truly my life is void and brief And tedious in the barren dusk; My life is like a frozen thing, No bud nor greenness can I see: Yet rise it shall--the sap of Spring; O Jesus, rise in me. My life is like a broken bowl, A broken bowl that cannot hold One drop of water for my soul Or cordial in the searching cold; Cast in the fire the perished thing, Melt and remould it, till it be A royal cup for him my King: O Jesus, drink of me. Christina Rossetti (1830–1894) was an English poet.
Paula Modersohn-Becker (1876–1907) was a German expressionist painter. By Caroline Liberatore O Gracious and Intimate Author of Life, I implore that you would meet me in this atheneum brimming with anthologies and fictional soliloquies, each whispering weathered truths and abiding beauties. I am easily captivated by these artifacts, I’ve known and tasted their merits. Help me to ascribe this same poetical reverence to the Magnum Opus of Your Creation: the ever-written epics of Your people. That in each individual I greet and assist, I would be stunned by aspects of Your image within each compositional entity. As I persist in the seemingly mundane commission of cataloging, circulating, collocating materials, prod me to recognize the distinct privilege of being the dispatcher of provoked thoughts and use of one's time. Let me not undervalue this quiet, consistent work or patrons' familiar faces and cadences. It is only with the knowledge of your poetic, purposed nature that I may not take for granted my role within this specific volume of Your succinct, subtle, and divine fairytale. Caroline Liberatore is a poet from Cleveland, Ohio. She has also been published in Ekstasis Magazine and Ashbelt Journal.
'Library Liturgy' was written as a result of the supposed tension between one's job and communion with God. 'Perhaps they intersect more than we realize,' Caroline says. 'It was also my take on everyday liturgy, as is found in [the book] Every Moment Holy by Douglas McKelvy.'  Claude Monet, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons 'Wholeness' by Alexander Pope What if the foot, ordained the dust to tread, Or hand, to toil, aspired to be the head? What if the head, the eye, or ear repined To serve mere engines to the ruling mind? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another, in this general frame; Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains The great Directing Mind of all ordains. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul; That, changed through all, and yet in all the same; Great is the earth, as in the ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all. Oscar-Claude Monet (1840–1926) was a French impressionist painter.
Alexander Pope (1688–1744) was an English poet. |
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