anton thompson-mccormick
@antonjtmcc.bsky.social
writer ~ arts facilitator- youth worker 🏳️🌈
lewes, england | ballycastle, northern ireland
“searching for the wrong eyed jesus” — jim white
lewes, england | ballycastle, northern ireland
“searching for the wrong eyed jesus” — jim white
“Because there shall be ever some poor in the land, therefore I command thee, saying, Thou shalt open thine hand unto thy brother, to thy needy, and to thy poor in thy land.” — Deuteronomy 15:11
My copy of the 1560 Calvinist Geneva Bible translation gives this footnote:
“Thou shalt be liberal.”
My copy of the 1560 Calvinist Geneva Bible translation gives this footnote:
“Thou shalt be liberal.”
April 29, 2025 at 4:03 PM
“Because there shall be ever some poor in the land, therefore I command thee, saying, Thou shalt open thine hand unto thy brother, to thy needy, and to thy poor in thy land.” — Deuteronomy 15:11
My copy of the 1560 Calvinist Geneva Bible translation gives this footnote:
“Thou shalt be liberal.”
My copy of the 1560 Calvinist Geneva Bible translation gives this footnote:
“Thou shalt be liberal.”
I love how Moby Dick is wise to the Bible’s tenderness toward pagans/non-believers, more so than some Christians.
We covered Jonah at Sunday Youth earlier — when faced with the knowledge that throwing Jonah overboard would calm the storm, those pagan sailors decide to row harder against the waves.
We covered Jonah at Sunday Youth earlier — when faced with the knowledge that throwing Jonah overboard would calm the storm, those pagan sailors decide to row harder against the waves.
February 23, 2025 at 5:24 PM
I love how Moby Dick is wise to the Bible’s tenderness toward pagans/non-believers, more so than some Christians.
We covered Jonah at Sunday Youth earlier — when faced with the knowledge that throwing Jonah overboard would calm the storm, those pagan sailors decide to row harder against the waves.
We covered Jonah at Sunday Youth earlier — when faced with the knowledge that throwing Jonah overboard would calm the storm, those pagan sailors decide to row harder against the waves.
“By the lonely crossroads
Locals called Eternity Corner…
He threw his mother’s fiddle out
To the middle of the starlit lough…
These are the troubled waters
That I wade through every night
To listen for the music that
My father threw away for love.”
— Philip Orr on his father, Co. Down preacher.
Locals called Eternity Corner…
He threw his mother’s fiddle out
To the middle of the starlit lough…
These are the troubled waters
That I wade through every night
To listen for the music that
My father threw away for love.”
— Philip Orr on his father, Co. Down preacher.
February 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
“By the lonely crossroads
Locals called Eternity Corner…
He threw his mother’s fiddle out
To the middle of the starlit lough…
These are the troubled waters
That I wade through every night
To listen for the music that
My father threw away for love.”
— Philip Orr on his father, Co. Down preacher.
Locals called Eternity Corner…
He threw his mother’s fiddle out
To the middle of the starlit lough…
These are the troubled waters
That I wade through every night
To listen for the music that
My father threw away for love.”
— Philip Orr on his father, Co. Down preacher.
The sky is slashed like a sail. Night folds
over the shears, the dye, the docked tails.
We listen to the rumours of the valley:
goats’ voices, gear-changes, the stirring of dogs.
— Three Ways of Looking at God by Robin Robertson
over the shears, the dye, the docked tails.
We listen to the rumours of the valley:
goats’ voices, gear-changes, the stirring of dogs.
— Three Ways of Looking at God by Robin Robertson
February 13, 2025 at 12:31 PM
The sky is slashed like a sail. Night folds
over the shears, the dye, the docked tails.
We listen to the rumours of the valley:
goats’ voices, gear-changes, the stirring of dogs.
— Three Ways of Looking at God by Robin Robertson
over the shears, the dye, the docked tails.
We listen to the rumours of the valley:
goats’ voices, gear-changes, the stirring of dogs.
— Three Ways of Looking at God by Robin Robertson
/ she travelled at night / …she was a deer holding a rifle / a cow milking her master / but the price of freedom / is the knowledge you are trapped /
/ what if / there were a place for us / some country / a land in parenthesis /
— legend of the first butch by joelle taylor, ‘c+nto & othered poems’
/ what if / there were a place for us / some country / a land in parenthesis /
— legend of the first butch by joelle taylor, ‘c+nto & othered poems’
February 12, 2025 at 11:38 PM
/ she travelled at night / …she was a deer holding a rifle / a cow milking her master / but the price of freedom / is the knowledge you are trapped /
/ what if / there were a place for us / some country / a land in parenthesis /
— legend of the first butch by joelle taylor, ‘c+nto & othered poems’
/ what if / there were a place for us / some country / a land in parenthesis /
— legend of the first butch by joelle taylor, ‘c+nto & othered poems’
the truth must
dazzle gradually
dazzle gradually
February 12, 2025 at 9:28 PM
the truth must
dazzle gradually
dazzle gradually
John Donne:
“If I should aske the Basilisk, how camest thou by those killing eyes, he would tell me, Thy God made me so.
…all things that are, are equally removed from being nothing; and whatsoever hath any beeing, is by that very beeing, a glasse in which we see God…”
“If I should aske the Basilisk, how camest thou by those killing eyes, he would tell me, Thy God made me so.
…all things that are, are equally removed from being nothing; and whatsoever hath any beeing, is by that very beeing, a glasse in which we see God…”
January 11, 2025 at 11:58 AM
John Donne:
“If I should aske the Basilisk, how camest thou by those killing eyes, he would tell me, Thy God made me so.
…all things that are, are equally removed from being nothing; and whatsoever hath any beeing, is by that very beeing, a glasse in which we see God…”
“If I should aske the Basilisk, how camest thou by those killing eyes, he would tell me, Thy God made me so.
…all things that are, are equally removed from being nothing; and whatsoever hath any beeing, is by that very beeing, a glasse in which we see God…”
I took this on the Lisburn Road. Here are others:
December 12, 2024 at 8:09 PM
I took this on the Lisburn Road. Here are others:
“…There are two occasions when the sacred beauty of Creation becomes dazzlingly apparent, and they occur together…”
Happy 81st birthday, Marilynne Robinson. Every solstice, I return to a 6 min clip of her reading from the end of ‘Gilead’ and I swear I can feel the world turning.
Happy 81st birthday, Marilynne Robinson. Every solstice, I return to a 6 min clip of her reading from the end of ‘Gilead’ and I swear I can feel the world turning.
November 26, 2024 at 10:46 PM
“…There are two occasions when the sacred beauty of Creation becomes dazzlingly apparent, and they occur together…”
Happy 81st birthday, Marilynne Robinson. Every solstice, I return to a 6 min clip of her reading from the end of ‘Gilead’ and I swear I can feel the world turning.
Happy 81st birthday, Marilynne Robinson. Every solstice, I return to a 6 min clip of her reading from the end of ‘Gilead’ and I swear I can feel the world turning.