there is no “being who can know how much and how sweetly and how tenderly the Creator loves us.”20 The poet William Blake believed our capacity to love was in need of mortal stretching, hence we came to earth “that we may learn to bear the beams of love.”21 It is no easy thing, in our finitude, to comprehend a love that enfolds the cosmos, yet knows us by name. Enoch’s soul had to swell “wide as eternity”22 before he could take in the grandeur of godly compassion—and the experience shook the heavens.
