Even If A Unity Of Faith Is

The First Attempt At A Response: There Must Have Been A Fall, A Decline, And The Road To Salvation Can Only Be The Return Of The Sensible Finite Into The Intelligible Infinite.

Prior To An Individual's Encounter With The Love Of God At A Particular Time In History, However, There Has To Be Another, More Fundamental And Archetypal Encounter, Which Belongs To The Conditions Of Possibility Of The Appearance Of Divine Love To Man.

Hell Is To Be Contemplated Strictly As A Matter Which Concerns Me Alone. As Part Of The Spiritual Life It Belongs Behind The 'closed Door' Of My Own Room. From The Standpoint Of Living Faith, I Cannot Fundamentally Believe In Anyone's Damnation But My Own; As Far As My Neighbor Is Concerned, The Light Of Resurrection Can Never Be So Obscured That I Would Be Allowed Or Obliged To Stop Hoping For Him.

Wonder — The Enthusiastic Ardor For The Sublimity Of Being, For Its Worthiness To Be An Object Of Knowledge — Promises To Become The Point Of Departure For Genuine Insight Only Where It Has Reached The Stage In Which The Subject, Overwhelmed By The Object, Has, As It Were, Fused Into A Single Point Or Into Nothing.

Everything In Irenaeus Is Bathed In A Warm And Radiant Joy, A Wise And Majestic Gentleness. His Words Of Struggle Are Hard As Iron And Crystal Clear, ... So Penetrating That They Cannot Fail To Enlighten The Unbiased Observer.