Grace Has A Grand Laughter In It.

That Odd Capacity For Destitution, As If By Nature We Ought To Have So Much More Than Nature Gives Us. As If We Are Shockingly Unclothed When We Lack The Complacencies Of Ordinary Life. In Destitution, Even Of Feeling Or Purpose, A Human Being Is More Hauntingly Human And Vulnerable To Kindnesses Because There Is The Sense That Things Should Be Otherwise, And Then The Thought Of What Is Wanting And What Alleviation Would Be, And How The Soul Could Be Put At Ease, Restored. At Home. But The Soul Finds Its Own Home If It Ever Has A Home At All.

Love Is Holy Because It Is Like Grace--the Worthiness Of Its Object Is Never Really What Matters.

The Classic Theology Of My Tradition Comes From The French Renaissance. [william] Shakespeare Was Born In 1564, The Year [john] Calvin Died, And That Theology Was Very Influential In England In His Lifetime. I Think Shakespeare Was Attentive To Questions Raised By It, About Human Nature, History, Reality Itself. I Find The Two Literatures To Be Mutually Illuminating.

Every Sorrow Suggests A Thousand Songs And Every Song Recalls A Thousand Sorrows And So They Are Infinite In Number And All The Same.

Salvation Was Universally Considered To Be Much More Becoming In Women Than In Men.