God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains.

The more lucidly we think, the more we are cut off: the more deeply we enter into reality, the less we can think.

We might think that God wanted simply obedience to a set of rules: whereas He really wants people of a particular sort.

It isn't Narnia, you know," sobbed Lucy. "It's you. We shan't meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?" "But you shall meet me, dear one," said Aslan. "Are -are you there too, Sir?" said Edmund. "I am," said Aslan. "But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.

You asked for a loving God: you have one... The consuming fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as the artist's love for his work and despotic as a man's love for a dog, provident and venerable as a father's love for a child, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between the sexes. How this should be, I do not know: it passes reason to explain why any creatures, not to say creatures such as we, should have a value so prodigious in their Creator's eyes.

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

The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not.