I Got Four Volumes Of The Letters

When We Did Not Move Or Speak, There Was No Proof That We Were There At All.

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

I Want To Overhear Passionate Arguments About What We Are And What We Are Doing And What We Ought To Do. I Want To Feel That Art Is An Utterance Made In Good Faith By One Human Being To Another. I Want To Believe There Are Geniuses Scheming To Astonish The Rest Of Us, Just For The Pleasure Of It.

There Is No Justice In Love, No Proportion In It, And There Need Not Be, Because In Any Specific Instance It Is Only A Glimpse Or Parable Of An Embracing, Incomprehensible Reality. It Makes No Sense At All Because It Is The Eternal Breaking In On The Temporal. So How Could It Subordinate Itself To Cause Or Consequence?

There Are Several Sources For My Appreciation Of Pastors And The Way They Are Described In This Book. One Of Them Is Reading History And Realizing That They Had A Profound Creative Impact On The Middle West And The Settlement Of The Middle West.