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So that when the time comes for me to go, I know that I will go with full confidence in God-but I also know that I will go with sadness. And I think for no reason other than that ... well, I have been alive.
Because here is the old, baffling problem that has always been with us and will be until the end of time: the problem of reconciling pain and suffering with an omnipotent and merciful God.
But the point is that if one accepts God, one accepts him totally, accepts what he does and what he permits. One accepts it, but one does not necessarily understand it. Surely it's a question of vision, for as we are, we can see, but only to
I would suddenly become aware of a stillness that was something quite apart from the stillness of the night. It was an interior stillness, a stillness inside me, a stillness in which there was the absence of all distraction and unrest, a stillness in which, quietly and without effort, I seemed to come together, to be focused and attentive, to be really present, so to speak, a stillness from which it seemed natural, even inevitable, to reach out, to pray, to adore....
whether he would miss him rather as one more of the familiar,
long-known objects that vanish, regrettably and one by one, from an old man's world.
I felt it so strongly that I could feel nothing else: an awareness, an assurance that while something was over forever, something else had just begun-and that if the new might not seem the equal of the old, that might be because the two were not to be compared. The new was something of another kind, something I had never known before.
