George Grant writes about bumping into Francis Schaeffer—in a bookstore of all places. This post was in honor of Mr. Schaeffer’s birthday on January 30th.

LaShawn Barber on Coretta Scott King, who died on Tuesday at the age of 78.

I’m reading A Tale of Two Cities, as I mentioned a few days ago. In it Dickens notes:

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imagin-ings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this.

Julana of Numbering Our Days tells a sad, true story that illustrates Dickens’ observation.

Advice from an editor about spacing between sentences. Unfortunately, I have the habit of leaving two spaces, just as I double click to open programs on my computer even though one click is usually enough.