We were made not primarily that we may love God, but that God may love us.

Hail Lord, ...Loose my chains.

I was at this time living, like so many Atheists or Antitheists, in a whirl of contradictions. I maintained that God did not exist. I was also very angry with God for not existing. I was equally angry with Him for creating a world.

He told people that their sins were forgiven, and never waited to consult all the other people whom their sins had undoubtedly injured. He unhesitatingly behaved as if He was the party chiefly concerned, the person chiefly offended in all offenses. This makes sense only if He really was God whose laws are broken and whose love is wounded in every sin.

Some people talk as if meeting the gaze of absolute goodness would be fun. They need to think again.

Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing: ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out long ago.

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.