Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.

The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four.

To the glistening Eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy, the Valiant. To the great Western Wood, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant Southern sun, Queen Susan, the Gentle; and to the clear Northern sky I give you King Peter, the Magnificent. Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us 'til the stars rain down from the heavens.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says.

Most of us are not really approaching the subject in order to find out what Christianity says; we are approaching it in the hope of finding support from Christianity for the views of our own party.

God, in the end, gives people what they most want, including freedom from himself. What could be more fair?

Whether we like it or not, God intends to give us what we need, not what we now think we want