Faith asks that we learn to live with mysteries, and not to wipe them away – for in wiping them away we may wipe away the face of the world.
—Roger Scruton, The Soul of the World
When Christ calls a man, He bids him come and die. It may be a death like that of the first disciples who had to leave home and work to follow Him, or it may be a death like Luther’s, who had to leave the monastery and go out into the world. But it is the same death every time—death in Jesus Christ, the death of the old man at his call.
—Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship
You are not big enough to accuse the whole age effectively, but let us say you are in dissent. You are in no position to issue commands, but you can speak words of hope. Shall this be the substance of your message? Be human in this most inhuman of ages; guard the image of man for it is the image of God.
…Before he reached the town, the stars were out, and the last of the sunset had faded away… “I’ve got to do with them all!” He said to himself, looking up. “There lie the fields of my future, when this chain of gravity is unbound from my feet! Blessed am I here now, my God, and blessed shall I be there then."
When he reached the suburbs, the light of homes was shining through curtains of all colours. “Every nest has its own birds … Every heart its own joys!” Just then, he was in no mood to think of the sorrows. But the sorrows are sickly things and die, while the joys are strong divine children, and shall live for evermore.
—Mary Marston, chapter LVI
And fill our sadness
Because you are stronger than I,
I have let myself be a captive,
And your love burns in my heart.
The thirst for your truth
Has made me a pilgrim
From city to city
Until the day your Word
And we are reborn
In your image and likeness
Captivate me, Lord
Till the last of my days,
Wring out my heart
With your hands,
Of a wise old Indian,
So that I will not forget
Nor cease proclaiming
The urgent need
To live in harmony.