A belief is made religious, not so much by its content, as rather by the way it is held.

A belief is made religious, not so much by its content, as rather by the way it is held.

All life is dying life – including the life of God.

We should be empty of clutching, empty of self, empty of all the old ideas of substance. We should be ‘lost in the objectivity of world-love’, as I have elsewhere put it; or, perhaps better, we should let ourselves be only an empty space filled with brightness. Life lived like that is ‘eternal’ life.

Christmas is the Disneyfication of Christianity.

Remember that the past fifty years has been the age of the Big Bang cosmology. We have learnt to see all reality as a slow-motion explosion, as pouring itself out and passing away, as dissemination. We live in a postmodern epoch in which there is nothing absolute, nothing permanent and nothing substantial.

To say that God is love is in effect to say simply that love is God.