tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post6445789344898385367..comments2024-01-06T05:34:00.027-06:00Comments on Blog Meridian: We were speaking of memory, as I recall . . .John B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358811061653958120noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-49154362832567018212007-11-19T07:13:00.000-06:002007-11-19T07:13:00.000-06:00Well, yes--not that you need more coffee, but that...Well, yes--not that you need more coffee, but that our journey as Christians, in narratological terms, serves as a frame narrative of sorts; it provides a matrix within/out of which emerges a way of reading our way and gives a direction to the future that, ideally, shapes our choices in the present. For a Christian, losing that frame or having confidence in its validity shaken indeed does lead John B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06358811061653958120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-77742999659980398752007-11-19T06:57:00.000-06:002007-11-19T06:57:00.000-06:00Thanks for pointing out the link.I suppose it depe...Thanks for pointing out the link.<BR/><BR/>I suppose it depends on one's world view. If we believe life is nothing but a series of random, Darwinian coin flips, then yeah, our sanity depends upon stitching a unifying narrative together. Perhaps our sanity depends upon that, as the second question of all philosophy is "Who am I?"<BR/><BR/>The spiritual among us believe that the narrative for us Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com