The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.

The truth is like a lion; you don’t have to defend it. Let it loose; it will defend itself.

Late have I loved Thee, O Lord; and behold, Thou wast within and I without, and there I sought Thee. Thou was with me when I was not with Thee. Thou didst call, and cry, and burst my deafness. Thou didst gleam, and glow, and dispell my blindness. Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace. For Thyself Thou hast made us, and restless our hearts until in Thee they find their ease. Late have I loved Thee, Thou Beauty ever old and ever new. Thou hast burst my bonds asunder; unto Thee will I offer up an offering of praise.

Who would not shudder if he were given the choice of eternal death or life again as a child ? Who would not choose to die ?

The Bible was composed in such a way that as beginners mature, its meaning grows with them.

He was created of a mother whom He created. He was carried by hands that He formed. He cried in the manger in wordless infancy. He, the Word, without whom all human eloquence is mute.

In the absence of justice, what is sovereignty but organized robbery?