Sentences with phrase «form of human flesh»

Having become accustomed to expecting the holy in the undistinguished form of human flesh, he now looked upon every ordinary detail with more than usual attention.

This boils down (no pun intended) to saying that the matter currently configured as chickpea can not receive the form of human flesh without first being disposed.

Not exact matches

A friend and I have been discussing this exact text, with the angle that the «garments of skin» were indeed human, that before, Adam and Eve were something between the fallen human flesh form, and the union of Divine they were invited to partake of.

The special logic of this theory, after all, is that the Christian philosopher — having surmounted the «aesthetic,» «ethical,» and even in a sense «religious» stages of human existence — is uniquely able to enact a return, back to the things of earth, back to finitude, back to the aesthetic; having found the highest rationality of being in God's kenosis — His self - outpouring — in the Incarnation, the Christian philosopher is reconciled to the particularity of flesh and form, recognizes all of creation as a purely gratuitous gift of a God of infinite love, and is able to rejoice in the levity of a world created and redeemed purely out of God's «pleasure.»

This view of preaching is incarnational: as The Word came in the flesh, so the Word comes in the form of human speech.

Unless the Infinite is represented in finite form, unless the Word becomes flesh over and over again, though only as oral preaching, unless the risen Christ manifests himself in the visible forms of individual saintliness and communal authority there is no human relation to the Infinite and Transcendent.

The one - flesh unity of spouses is possible because human (like other mammalian) males and females, by mating, unite organically — they form a single reproductive principle.

We congratulate human power — admiring his discipline, his training, his swimming laps even on Christmas morning, his mastery of nature in the form of his God - given flesh.

I am enthralled by this 21st - century fascination with hordes from beyond the grave intent on munching on human flesh, and particularly enjoy enacting the role of bad - ass zombie - slayer in videogame form.

The humans fare just a touch better, but are still nothing more than vague personalities that have no notable depth to them past some surface traits, though it's nice to see another familiar character in the form of Olympia Vale get fleshed out just a bit.

On loan from the National Portrait Gallery, London, this luscious flesh parade of oils on canvas not only reflects Freud's unique and celebrated obsession with the human form, but also his ability to capture the emotional undercurrent that flows between painter, subject and viewer.

It will flesh out an ongoing search for realism, the (sometimes morbid) desire to copy the human form, and the anxieties of approximating a human life.

These become human «nudes» descending (or ascending) the minimalist stairs, their flesh tones and undulating forms chiming with the anthropomorphic bombast of the larger structure.

In these scenarios, entities of human flesh exist in various grotesque forms that are left to thrive or die as they adapt to Earth's diverse environments.

Sometimes elegant, sometimes haunting, the photographs in Flesh / Water hover between the worlds of anxiety and serenity, forming a portrait of water that functions as an evolving question about the past, present, and future relationship humans have both with each other and the natural world.

Stepping back from this work to take in its general, flesh - toned forms, the viewer may discern a human foot and bent leg, perhaps belonging to a Christ - like figure stumbling under the weight of a cross, which appears to be represented by a thick band of pink.

Animal skin comes together with wax, resin, cloth and rope to create mutilated human and animal shapes, as if stem cells have gone off on horrible tangents, reproducing unspeakable forms of flesh.

In her work there is often a balanced tension between boldly abstracted geometric forms and a soft, dreamy rendering of human flesh.