That is why faith, wherever it develops into hope, causes not rest but unrest, not patience but impatience. It does not calm the unquiet heart, but is itself this unquiet heart in man. Those who hope in Christ can no longer put up with reality as it is, but begin to suffer under it, to contradict it. Peace with God means conflict with the world, for the goad of the promised future stabs inexorably into the flesh of every unfulfilled present.

Christ's own 'God-forsaken-ness' on the cross showed me where God is present where God had been present in those nights of deaths in the fire storms in Hamburg and where God would be present in my future whatever may come.

. . . if we have children. When they are just born we do everything for them. We are omnipotent, they are completely dependent on us, but then when they grow up you must take back your influence on them, to give them freedom.

Hope is lived when it comes alive, when we go outside of ourselves and, in joy and pain take part in the lives of others.

No where else in Christianity does the terrible or heroic name of Armageddon play such role as in America. Not even in the Revelation of John.

God weeps with us so that we may one day laugh with him.

As long as hope does not embrace and transform the thought and action of men, it remains topsy-turvy and ineffective.