A familiar Christian hymn states that as I come to God, “nothing in my hands I bring, simply to thy cross I cling.” How deeply I resent this fact. How desperately I want to be able to contribute something to the deal—my faith, my effort, my love, my belief. But the bottom line is that Perfect Love meets me where I am and asks only that I open my heart and receive the love for which I long. It is surrender to love that I really resist. I am willing to accept measured doses of love as long as it doesn’t upset the basic framework of my world. That framework is built on the assumption that people
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