It Is Only By Loving A Thing

This Is And Has Been The Father's Work From The Beginning-to Bring Us Into The Home Of His Heart.

Joy Cannot Unfold The Deepest Truths. Cometh White-robed Sorrow, Stooping And Wan, And Flingeth Wide The Door She Must Not Enter.

I Am So Tried By The Things Said About God. I Understand God's Patience With The Wicked, But I Do Wonder How He Can Be So Patient With The Pious!

God Will Not Take Shelter Behind A Jugglery Of Logic Or Metaphysics. He Is Neither A Schoolman Nor Theologian, But Our Father In Heaven.

Not Even Nothingness Preceded Life. Nothingness Owes Its Very Idea To Existence.