The Hour Calls For Moral Grandeur And

Awe Enables Us To See In The World Intimations Of The Divine, To Sense In Small Things The Beginning Of Infinite Significance, To Sense The Ultimate In The Common And The Simple, To Feel In The Rush Of The Passing The Stillness Of The Eternal.

Indifference To Evil Is More Insidious Than Evil Itself. It Is A Silent Justification Affording Evil Acceptability In Society.

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words...the Tangent To The Curve Of Human Experience Lies Beyond The Limits Of Language. The World Of Things We Perceive Is But A Veil. It’s Flutter Is Music, Its Ornament Science, But What It Conceals Is Inscrutable. It’s Silence Remains Unbroken; No Words Can Carry It Away. Sometimes We Wish The World Could Cry And Tell Us About That Which Made It Pregnant With Fear--filling Grandeur. Sometimes We Wish Our Own Heart Would Speak Of That Which Made It Heavy With Wonder.

Understanding God Is Not Attained By Calling Into Session All Arguments For And Against Him, In Order To Debate Whether He Is A Reality Or A Figment Of The Mind. God Cannot Be Sensed As A Second Thought, As An Explanation Of The Origin Of The Universe. He Is Either The First And The Last, Or Just Another Concept.

The Task Of Life Is To Face Sacred Moments.