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“A vocation is a terrible thing. To be called out of nature into the supernatural life is at first (or perhaps not quite at first - the wrench of the parting may be felt later) a costly honour. Even to be called from one natural level to another is loss as well as gain. Man has difficulties and sorrows which the other primates escape. But to be called up higher still costs still more.”
― Reflections on the Psalms
― Reflections on the Psalms
“The moment the Benedict Option becomes about anything other than communion with Christ and dwelling with our neighbors in love, it ceases to be Benedictine,” he said. “It can’t be a strategy for self-improvement or for saving the church or the world.”
― The Benedict Option: A Strategy for Christians in a Post-Christian Nation
― The Benedict Option: A Strategy for Christians in a Post-Christian Nation
“It seems that there is a general rule in the moral universe which may be formulated, 'The higher, the more in danger'. The 'average sensual man' who is sometimes unfaithful to his wife, sometimes tipsy, always a little selfish, now and then (within the law) a trifle sharp in his deals, is certainly, by ordinary standards, a 'lower' type than the man whose soul is filled with some great Cause, to which he will subordinate his appetites, his fortune, and even his safety. But it is out of the second man that something really fiendish can be made; an Inquisitor, a Member of the Committee of Public Safety. It is great men, potential saints, not little men, who become merciless fanatics. Those who are readiest to die for a cause may easily become those who are readiest to kill for it. ...For the supernatural, entering a human soul, opens to it new possibilities of both good and evil. From that point the road branches: one way to sanctity, love, humility, the other to spiritual pride, self-righteousness, persecuting zeal. And no way back to the mere humdrum virtues and vices of the un-awakened soul. If the Divine call does not make us better, it will make us very much worse. Of all bad men religious bad men are the worst. Of all created beings, the wickedest is one who originally stood in the immediate presence of God. There seems no way out of this. It gives a new application to Our Lord's words about 'counting the cost'.”
― Reflections on the Psalms
― Reflections on the Psalms
“Nevertheless, to me the God of Calvinism at its worst (as in those notorious lines in Book III of the Institutes) is simply Domitian made omnipotent. If that were Christianity, it would be too psychologically diseased a creed to take seriously at all, and its adherents would deserve only a somewhat acerbic pity, not respect. If this is one’s religion, then one is simply a diabolist who has gotten the names in the story confused. It is a vision of the faith whose scriptural and philosophical flaws are numerous and crucial, undoubtedly; but those pale in comparison to its far more disturbing moral hideousness. This aspect of orthodox Calvinism is for me unsurpassable evidence for my earlier claim that a mind conditioned to believe that it must believe something incredible is capable of convincing itself to accept just about anything, no matter how repellant to reason (or even good taste). And yet I still insist that, judging from the way Christians actually behave, no one with the exception of a few religious sociopaths really believes any of it as deeply as he or she imagines.”
― That All Shall Be Saved: Heaven, Hell, and Universal Salvation
― That All Shall Be Saved: Heaven, Hell, and Universal Salvation
“Let me take a little second to tell you as we see a prophecy that came true
You see we need to believe that He literally bled through
The clothes on His back His sweat the day was just like crimson rain
Crimson stains tide bounty and the devil can't wash these stains away
Who's He you ask, He's a friend of me
Cause my inability He was sent for me
I hear birds and trees they're all telling me
It's a good thing He won Gethsemane
Cause this enemy is too much for me
And this flesh and world is triple teaming me
It seems to be the very end I scream please oh please pass this cup from me!
The thing is it did pass
And it passes every day
He took my cup from me and gracefully He drank the grave
And I don't mean to speak of blasphemy when I say
But I am speaking of the day when my God passed away, Okay?
No wait wait wait no that's not it no that's not all
I don't wanna leave you hanging
This stories banging
Against my throat and against these walls
It can't be contained no it won't stay in here it will thrive
Cause stories just don't die when the dead come alive”
―
You see we need to believe that He literally bled through
The clothes on His back His sweat the day was just like crimson rain
Crimson stains tide bounty and the devil can't wash these stains away
Who's He you ask, He's a friend of me
Cause my inability He was sent for me
I hear birds and trees they're all telling me
It's a good thing He won Gethsemane
Cause this enemy is too much for me
And this flesh and world is triple teaming me
It seems to be the very end I scream please oh please pass this cup from me!
The thing is it did pass
And it passes every day
He took my cup from me and gracefully He drank the grave
And I don't mean to speak of blasphemy when I say
But I am speaking of the day when my God passed away, Okay?
No wait wait wait no that's not it no that's not all
I don't wanna leave you hanging
This stories banging
Against my throat and against these walls
It can't be contained no it won't stay in here it will thrive
Cause stories just don't die when the dead come alive”
―
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