It Seems To Me Some

There Is No Justice In Love, No Proportion In It, And There Need Not Be, Because In Any Specific Instance It Is Only A Glimpse Or Parable Of An Embracing, Incomprehensible Reality. It Makes No Sense At All Because It Is The Eternal Breaking In On The Temporal. So How Could It Subordinate Itself To Cause Or Consequence?

It's A Difficult Thing To Describe Theology, What It Means And How It Disciplines Thinking. Certainly, Theology Is The Level At Which The Highest Inquiry Into Meaning And Ethics And Beauty Coincides With The Largest-scale Imagination Of The Nature Of Reality Itself.

A Little Too Much Anger, Too Often Or At The Wrong Time, Can Destroy More Than You Would Ever Imagine.

That Is How Life Goes--we Send Our Children Into The Wilderness. Some Of Them On The Day They Are Born, It Seems, For All The Help We Can Give Them. Some Of Them Seem To Be A Kind Of Wilderness Unto Themselves. But There Must Be Angels There, Too, And Springs Of Water. Even That Wilderness, The Very Habitation Of Jackals, Is The Lord's.

I Think Probably One Of The Important Things That Happened To Me Was Growing Up In Idaho In The Mountains, In The Woods, And Having A Very Strong Presence Of The Wilderness Around Me. That Never Felt Like Emptiness. It Always Felt Like Presence.