"By dismissing the past or by giving it only cursory textbook treatment, modern education produces students whom T.S. Eliot called "provincials of time." These students regard the past with ignorant condescension, assuming that all its scant benefits, through some mysterious process of progressive evolution, have been retained, while its evils have for the most part been shed away. They are infected with the fever of progress, supposing that the mere passage of time acts like a great threshing machine, discarding the chaff and preserving the wheat. Whatever kernels of truth this world ever possessed are somewhere in the loaf now being proffered by science. Nor, in this condition, can the young stomach the medicine of the past, with its stern warnings and meticulous instructions for human improvement printed on the label. In a school predicated only upon science, the student can be nothing more than what he is. That, to be sure, can be developed- and human development results from yielding to certain inner patterns of truth (to which only the psychiatrist is privy), not from imposing the crushing obligations of a historical dogma or of an Ideal Type. The student is not asked to bear any responsibility for a past from which he is intellectually and existentially cut off."
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Collected Poems written by Charlotte Mason graduate Bryana Johnson Now available in paperback and KINDLE
"This collection is a feast, and it goes to show that although God said 'not many wise are called,' a few do get through."
- Andrée Seu Peterson, Senior Writer, WORLD Magazine
"Bryana Johnson's first collection of poetry establishes her as a Christian poet who communicates the gutsy, bleeding beat of life and death...restoring our confidence that there are poets who labor over the word, and who have something to say that the world needs to hear."
- Nathan Harms, Director, Utmost Christian Writers Foundation
"These poems are works of elegance...In a voice both compassionate and compelling, Bryana presents her readers with works that examine what it means to be human and how our very faults and foibles can, in the end, become instruments of grace."
- Wendy Galgan, editor of Assisi
“Then he breathed upon me and took away the trembling from my limbs and caused me to stand upon my feet. And after that, he said not much, but that we should meet again, and I must go further up and further in. Then he turned him about in a storm and flurry of gold and was gone suddenly.
And since then, O Kings and Ladies, I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog-”
The Last Battle, C.S. Lewis