If Christianity was something we were making up, of course we could make it easier. But it is not.

The distinction between pretending you are better than you are and beginning to be better in reality is finer than moral sleuth hounds conceive.

To fight in another man's armour is something more than to be influenced by his style of fighting.

The sense that in this universe we are treated as strangers, the longing to be acknowledged, to meet with some response, to bridge some chasm that yawns between us and reality, is part of our inconsolable secret. And surely, from this point of view, the promise of glory, in the sense described, becomes highly relevant to our deep desire. For glory meant good report with God, acceptance by God, response, acknowledgment, and welcome into the heart of things. The door on which we have been knocking all our lives will open at last.

We must meet children as equals in that area of our nature where we are their equals...The child as reader is neither to be patronized nor idolized: we talk to him as man to man.

Knock and it shall be opened.' But does knocking mean hammering and kicking the door like a maniac?

One always feel better when one has made up one's mind.