I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.
A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered.
If we really want to learn how to forgive, perhaps we had better start with something easier than the Gestapo.
Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes-like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night
-little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.
It is the gods who have been accused. They have answered her. If they in turn accuse her, a greater judge and a more excellent court must try the case.
Of course the cat will growl and spit at the operator and bite him if she can. But the real question is whether he is a vet or a vivisector.
But the great thing to remember is that, though our feelings come and go, His love for us does not. It is not wearied by our sins, or our indifference; and, therefore, it is quite relentless in its determination that we shall be cured of those sins, at whatever cost to us, at whatever cost to Him.
And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history-money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery-the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.
What may be myth in one world may always be fact in some other.
Now, if we are made for heaven, the desire for our proper place will be already in us, but not yet attached to the true object, and will even appear as the rival of that object … If a transtemporal, transfinite good is our real destiny, then any other good on which our desire fixes must be in some degree fallacious, must bear at best only a symbolical relation to what will truly satisfy.