I Can't Believe There Will Ever Be

All Of Us Can Think Of A Book... That We Hope None Of Our Children Or Any Other Children Have Taken Off The Shelf. But If I Have The Right To Remove That Book From The Shelf - That Work I Abhor - Then You Also Have Exactly The Same Right And So Does Everyone Else. And Then We Have No Books Left On The Shelf For Any Of Us.

My Heart Is Heavy, She Thought. It’s Not Just A Saying. It Is What Is—heavy, A Great Stone Lodged In My Breast, Pressing Down My Whole Being. How Can I Even Stand Straight And Look Out Upon The World? I Am Doubled Over Into Myself And, For All The Weight, Find Only Emptiness.

If We Marvel At The Artist Who Has Written A Great Book, We Must Marvel More At Those People Whose Lives Are Works Of Art And Who Don't Even Know It, Who Wouldn't Believe It If They Were Told. However Hard Work Good Writing May Be, It Is Easier Than Good Living.

The Wonderful Thing About Books Is That They Allow Us To Enter Imaginatively Into Someone Else’s Life. And When We Do That, We Learn To Sympathize With Other People. But The Real Surprise Is That We Also Learn Truths About Ourselves, About Our Own Lives, That Somehow We Hadn’t Been Able To See Before.

The Challenge For Those Of Us Who Care About Our Faith And About A Hurting World Is To Tell Stories Which Will Carry The Words Of Grace And Hope In Their Bones And Sinews And Not Wear Them Like Fancy Dress.