The Most Telling And Profound Way Of

At The Heart Of Our Universe, Each Soul Exists For God, In Our Lord.

Specialisation Paralyses, Ultra-specialisation Kills. Palaeontology Is Littered With Such Catastrophes.

God Is Inexhaustibly Attainable In The Totality Of Our Action.

God Is Not Remote From Us. He Is At The Point Of My Pen, My (pick) Shovel, My Paint Brush, My (sewing) Needle - And My Heart And Thoughts.

Over Every Living Thing Which Is To Spring Up, To Grow, To Flower, To Ripen During This Day Say Again The Words: This Is My Body. And Over Every Death-force Which Waits In Readiness To Corrode, To Wither, To Cut Down, Speak Again Your Commanding Words Which Express The Supreme Mystery Of Faith: This Is My Blood.