Sometimes it’s difficult to know who your friends are. Strangely, this truth extends beyond head-shaking experiences of betrayal, and into more trivial domains of linguistics. We’ve already noted the potential dangers of attempting to find out friendship through a simple word study, as though a dictionary entry could…
So where would we begin to find ‘friendship’? C.S. Lewis warns us against looking too hard. Part of the difficulty is that ‘being friends’ is not about friendship. “That is why those pathetic people who simply ‘want friends’ can never make any.” (C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves, 80)…
series begins here [http://andersonpost.org/2010/11/03/in-hope-meditations-on-friendship-lost-and-found/] I’ve told you a little of my story, and we’ve listened to the grief of Alfred. We could have started with a taxonomy of forms or a grammatico-historical exegesis of scriptural terms. To do so, however, is to…
series begins here [http://andersonpost.org/2010/11/03/in-hope-meditations-on-friendship-lost-and-found/] Why begin this way? Is it true that we cannot see the face of the friend, only glance his back as he walks into remembrance? Emma disagrees, she tells me she knows her friends, and she knows and loves them…
series begins here [http://andersonpost.org/2010/11/03/in-hope-meditations-on-friendship-lost-and-found/] My first reflective awareness of friendship came about shortly after I was pulled shivering and ashamed from a very deep and fast flowing river in the Snowy Mountains. I grew up on the banks of the river, and another boy,…
VII Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp’d no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I…