In The Post-christian World, All Christians Will

Every Year We Celebrate The Holy Season Of Advent, O God. Every Year We Pray Those Beautiful Prayers Of Longing And Waiting, And Sing Those Lovely Songs Of Hope And Promise.

Emptiness Is Only A Disguise For An Intimacy Of God's, That God's Silence, The Eerie Stillness, Is Filled By The Word Without Words, By Him Who Is Above All Names, By Him Who Is All In All. And His Silence Is Telling Us That He Is Here.

Only In Love Can I Find You, My God. In Love The Gates Of My Soul Spring Open, Allowing Me To Breathe A New Air Of Freedom And Forget My Own Petty Self. In Love My Whole Being Streams Forth Out Of The Rigid Confines Of Narrowness And Anxious Self-assertion, Which Make Me A Prisoner Of My Own Poverty Emptiness. In Love All The Powers Of My Soul Flow Out Toward You, Wanting Never More To Return, But To Lose Themselves Completely In You, Since By Your Love You Are The Inmost Center Of My Heart, Closer To Me Than I Am To Myself.

Childhood Is Not A State Which Only Applies To The First Phase Of Our Lives In The Biological Sense. Rather It Is A Basic Condition Which Is Always Appropriate To A Life That Is Lived Aright.

In The Days Ahead, You Will Either Be A Mystic (one Who Has Experienced God For Real) Or Nothing At All.