#the pulpit

[tomoleary]

Roger Dean “The Pulpit” (2005)

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[subtledeceiver]

see the pilgrim flay the unbeliever / it’ll make a lay man preach and to pray, man / it’ll make a lord of him that was but a drayman

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

To those who preach: A reformation of the pew must begin with a reformation of the pulpit.

Steve Lawson

[mobydickeveryday]

Yes, the world's a ship on its passage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

Chapter 8, The Pulpit

I think this is an interesting thought, especially in this day and age.  The Right likes to call the United States a “Christian nation”; though if it is, it seems to have lost its compass, rendering the pulpit pretty useless.

[moby-dicks]

Chapter 008 - The Pulpit

Come with me as I haltingly, and with no discernible schedule, read aloud Moby Dick - the story of my sad gay son. tw: racism/racial slurs CRITICS' REVIEWS: "Don't read Moby Dick yourself, let Jenny

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The Pulpit #8.7

What could be more full of meaning?—for the pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence it is the storm of God's quick wrath is first descried, and the bow must bear the earliest brunt. From thence it is the God of breezes fair or foul is first invoked for favourable winds. Yes, the world's a ship on its passage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

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The Pulpit #8.6

Nor was the pulpit itself without a trace of the same sea-taste that had achieved the ladder and the picture. Its panelled front was in the likeness of a ship's bluff bows, and the Holy Bible rested on a projecting piece of scroll work, fashioned after a ship's fiddle-headed beak.

[mobydickforward-blog]

The Pulpit #8.5

But the side ladder was not the only strange feature of the place, borrowed from the chaplain's former sea-farings. Between the marble cenotaphs on either hand of the pulpit, the wall which formed its back was adorned with a large painting representing a gallant ship beating against a terrible storm off a lee coast of black rocks and snowy breakers. But high above the flying scud and dark-rolling clouds, there floated a little isle of sunlight, from which beamed forth an angel's face; and this bright face shed a distinct spot of radiance upon the ship's tossed deck, something like that silver plate now inserted into the Victory's plank where Nelson fell. "Ah, noble ship," the angel seemed to say, "beat on, beat on, thou noble ship, and bear a hardy helm; for lo! the sun is breaking through; the clouds are rolling off—serenest azure is at hand."