The point is that for our ancestors, the universe was a picture; for modern physics it is a story.

An Ulster Scot may come to disbelieve in God, but not to wear his weekday clothes on the Sabbath.

The problem of reconciling human suffering with the existence of a God who loves, is only insoluble so long as we attach a trivial meaning to the word "love", and look on things as if man were the centre of them. Man is not the centre. God does not exist for the sake of man. Man does not exist for his own sake. "Thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created." We were made not primarily that we may love God (though we were made for that too) but that God may love us, that we may become objects in which the divine love may rest "well pleased".

If the universe is so bad...how on earth did human beings ever come to attribute it to the activity of a wise and good Creator?

We need not despair even in our worst, for our failures are forgiven. The only fatal thing is to sit down content with anything less than perfection.

Long before history began we men have got together apart from the women and done things. We had time.

Christ says, 'Give me all. I don't want so much of your time and so much of your money and so much of your work: I want You.'