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Grace Is The Celebration Of Life, Relentlessly Hounding All The Non-celebrants In The World. It Is A Floating, Cosmic Bash Shouting Its Way Through The Streets Of The Universe, Flinging The Sweetness Of Its Cassations To Every Window, Pounding At Every Door In A Hilarity Beyond All Liking And Happening, Until The Prodigals Come Out At Last And Dance, And The Elder Brothers Finally Take Their Fingers Out Of Their Ears.

... The Divine Knowing - What The Father Knows, And What The Word Says In Response To That Knowing, And What The Spirit Broods Upon Under The Speaking Of The Word - All That Eternal Intellectual Activity Isn't Just Daydreaming. It's The Cause Of Everything That Is. God Doesn't Find Out About Creation; He Knows It Into Being. His Knowing Has Hair On It. It Is An Effective Act. What He Knows, Is. What He Thinks, By The Very Fact Of His Thinking, Jumps From No-thing Into Thing. He Never Thought Of Anything That Wasn't.

The World Exists, Not For What It Means But For What It Is. The Purpose Of Mushrooms Is To Be Mushrooms, Wine Is In Order To Be Wine: Things Are Precious Before They Are Contributory. It Is A False Piety That Walks Through Creation Looking Only For Lessons Which Can Be Applied Somewhere Else. To Be Sure, God Remains The Greatest Good; But, For All That, The World Is Still Good In Itself. Indeed, Since He Does Not Need It, Its Whole Reason For Being Must Lie In Its Own Natural Goodness; He Has No Use For It, Only Delight.

The Christian Religion Is Not About The Soul; It Is About Man, Body And All, And About The World Of Things With Which He Was Created, And In Which He Is Redeemed. Don’t Knock Materiality. God Invented It.

Salvation Is Not Some Felicitous State To Which We Can Lift Ourselves By Our Own Bootstraps After The Contemplation Of Sufficiently Good Examples. It Is An Utterly New Creation Into Which We Are Brought By Our Death In Jesus' Death And Our Resurrection In His. It Comes Not Out Of Our Own Best Efforts, However Well-inspired Or Successfully Pursued, But Out Of The Shipwreck Of All Human Efforts Whatsoever.