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“It involves a specific divine pedagogy. God communicates Himself to man gradually. He prepares him to welcome by stages the supernatural revelation… Such a gradual unfolding of revelation would be scandalous were there not, among those to whom it is addressed, a communion of remembrance that transcends time and extends beyond death’s frontier.”

“Light and remembrance belong together as functions of truth. Forgetfulness is of the night.”

“The Spirt is the heart’s companion, the filler of our solitude—but He is also the one who creates community.”

"Our wilderness years reveal their redemptive meaning."

"If the Christian position often fails to engage non-believers, is it not because, in projecting itself, it lacks incarnate credibility? It is a paradox: The religion that worships the Word made flesh easily appears as a species of spiritualism, disconnected from the desires and afflictions of our bodies, the anxieties and needs of our hearts."

"If the Christian position often fails to engage non-believers, is it not because, in projecting itself, it lacks incarnate credibility? It is a paradox: The religion that worships the Word made flesh easily appears as a species of spiritualism, disconnected from the desires and afflictions of our bodies, the desires and needs of our hearts."

"There is a cold logic to the reasoning of many a secularist propagandists for euthanasia, say, or experimental eugenics. And indeed, if man is no more than a complex of dust, why should he be inviable? Why should he not—by invocation of some putative common good—weed, purify, and engineer our race? In a society orphaned of transcendence, utilitarianism seems to many to be the only route to take."

“A human being is dust called to glory. To remain within that tension is a challenge.”

“Dust though we are, we can never find rest in being nothing *but* dust—having known the gentle touch of God’s fingers.”

"Easily...in our lives...[w]e inhale the chief intoxicant of spiritual life: self righteous ingratitude" (pg. 42).

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