I Don’t Believe In Universalism, But I

The Angels Laugh At Old Karl. They Laugh At Him Because He Tries To Grasp The Truth About God In A Book Of Dogmatics. They Laugh At The Fact That Volume Follows Volume, And Each Is Thicker Than The Previous Ones. As They Laugh, They Say To One Another, ‘look! Here He Comes Now With His Little Pushcart Full Of Volumes Of The Dogmatics!’—and They Laugh About The Persons Who Write So Much About Karl Barth Instead Of Writing About The Things He Is Trying To Write About. Truly, The Angels Laugh.

I Haven't Even Read Everything I Wrote.

Whether The Angels Play Only Bach Praising God, I Am Not Quite Sure.

The Best Theology Would Need No Advocates; It Would Prove Itself.

I Have Read Many Books, But The Bible Reads Me.