"For my part, the most terrible thing in the whole idea of existence is to die and find there is no God and go on living. Nothing so fearful as for a poor creature like me to have no God. That is horror; that is hell."– George MacDonald
"I believe that God is absolutely, grandly beautiful, even as the highest soul of man counts beauty, but infinitely beyond that soul’s highest idea--with the beauty that creates beauty, not merely shows it, or itself exists beautiful." – George MacDonald
"The cry of the human heart in all ages and in every moment is, 'Where is God and how shall I find him?'--No, friend, I will not accept your testimony to the contrary--not though you may be as well fitted as ever one of eight hundred millions to come forward with it. You take it … Continue reading How Shall I Find Him
"There are three images in my mind which I must continually forsake and replace by better ones: the false image of God, the false image of my neighbors, and the false image of myself." — C.S. Lewis
Creation seems to be delegation through and through. He will do nothing simply by Himself which can be done by creatures. I suppose this is because He is a giver. And He has nothing to give but Himself. And to give Himself is to do His deeds - in a sense, and on varying levels … Continue reading The Giver
From a report of George MacDonald's sermon, reprinted in 'Wingfold' Winter 2015: "If we were wise we would never mourn over our troubles. If we had a clearer insight into things we would go down upon our knees and thank God for our troubles. The Lord spoke here to everybody who had something that made … Continue reading The Father of Hope
Now Carlyle had humour; he had it in his very style, but it never got into his philosophy. His philosophy largely remained a heavy Teutonic idealism, absurdly unaware of the complexity of things; as when he perpetually repeated (as with a kind of flat-footed stamping) that people ought to tell the truth; apparently supposing, to … Continue reading Lol, Chesterton.
There breathes not a breath from the morning air, But the Spirit of Love is moving there, Not a trembling leaf on the shadowy tree Mingled with thousands in harmony; But the Spirit of God doth make the sound. And the thoughts of the insect that creepeth around And the sunshiny butterflies come and go. … Continue reading The Spirit of Love
“His parents found him in the temple; they never really found him until he entered the true temple—their own adoring hearts. The temple that knows not its builder, is no temple; in it dwells no divinity. But at length he comes to his own, and his own receive him;—comes to them in the might of … Continue reading Good Tidings
"The cry of the human heart in all ages and in every moment is, 'Where is God and how shall I find him?' — No, friend, I will not accept your testimony to the contrary — not though you may be as well fitted as ever one of eight hundred millions to come forward with … Continue reading How Shall I Find Him?