Feel In The Rush Of The Passing

Awe Enables Us To See In The World Intimations Of The Divine, To Sense In Small Things The Beginning Of Infinite Significance, To Sense The Ultimate In The Common And The Simple, To Feel In The Rush Of The Passing The Stillness Of The Eternal.

The Tragedy Of Religion Is Partly Due To Its Isolation From Life, As If God Could Be Segregated.

We Worry A Great Deal About The Problem Of Church And State. Now What About The Church And God? Sometimes There Seems To Be A Greater Separation Between The Church And God Than Between The Church And State.

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words...the Tangent To The Curve Of Human Experience Lies Beyond The Limits Of Language. The World Of Things We Perceive Is But A Veil. It’s Flutter Is Music, Its Ornament Science, But What It Conceals Is Inscrutable. It’s Silence Remains Unbroken; No Words Can Carry It Away. Sometimes We Wish The World Could Cry And Tell Us About That Which Made It Pregnant With Fear--filling Grandeur. Sometimes We Wish Our Own Heart Would Speak Of That Which Made It Heavy With Wonder.

It Is Not Enough For Me To Ask Question; I Want To Know How To Answer The One Question That Seems To Encompass Everything I Face: What Am I Here For?