He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.
C. S. Lewis
I believe that many who find that "nothing happens" when they sit down, or kneel down, to a book of devotion, would find that the heart sings unbidden while they are working their way through a tough bit of theology with a pipe in their teeth and a pencil in their hand.
Once you were a child. Once you knew what inquiry was for. There was a time when you asked questions because you wanted answers, and were glad when you had found them. Become that child again: even now.
I am the writer, but God is the author.
My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.
At the end of things, The Blessed will say, We have never lived anywhere except in Heaven. And the lost will say, We were always in Hell. And both will speak truly.