Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them—never become even conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?
C. S. Lewis
Little from you is really a bit too much.
In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not.
When we see the face of God we shall know that we have always known it. He has been a party to, has made, sustained and moved moment by moment within, all our earthly experiences of innocent love. All that was true love in them was, even on earth, far more His than ours, and ours only because His.
The further up and the further in you go,the bigger everything gets.The inside is larger than the outside.
What lies before us? Horrible thoughts arise in my heart. If we had died before today we should have been happy.