God Dwells Wherever Man Lets Him In.

If You Want To Raise A Man From Mud And Filth, Do Not Think It Is Enough To Stay On Top And Reach A Helping Hand Down To Him. You Must Go All The Way Down Yourself, Down Into Mud And Filth. Then Take Hold Of Him With Strong Hands And Pull Him And Yourself Out Into The Light.

What Has To Be Given Up Is Not The I, But That Drive For Self-affirmation Which Impels Man To Flee From The Unreliable, Unsolid, Unlasting, Unpredictable, Dangerous World Of Relation Into The Having Of Things.

The World Is Not Divine Sport, It Is Divine Destiny. There Is A Divine Meaning Of The World, Of Man, Of Human Persons, Of You And Me.

But It Can Also Happen, If Will And Grace Are Joined, That As I Contemplate The Tree I Am Drawn Into A Relation, And The Tree Ceases To Be An It. . . . Does The Tree Then Have Consciousness, Similar To Our Own? I Have No Experience Of That. But Thinking That You Have Brought This Off In Your Own Case, Must You Again Divide The Indivisible? What I Encounter Is Neither The Soul Of A Tree Nor A Dryad, But The Tree Itself.

Read The Bible As Though It Were Something Entirely Unfamiliar, As Though It Had Not Been Set Before You Ready-made. Face The Book With A New Attitude As Something New.