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them? is not the sage God’s plenipotentiary among men? And when God allows His thunderbolt to slumber or awake, is it not always He who thunders by the agency of His ambassador?
One would have to certify the man who was mad enough to say ‘1 have scientific proof that God exists’, but the man who dared to say, ‘1 know that God does not exist; I believe in God but I don t know what I believe in, would be even more of an idiot. Yet thousands of men, women and children will tell you, ‘I have seen Him, 1 have touched Him, and I have gone further than that — I have eaten Him and have felt Him living within me.’ Such is the strange fascination of an irrational saying (if that is really what it is): ‘This is my flesh, this is my blood’, which is nevertheless victoriously convincing because it is so delightful to set reason aside and gratify the feelings.
He uttered this saying, yes He, the God who was going to die so that He could live again in all men. Men of faith, you alone understand how God Himself must die so that we can accept the mystery of death!
God became son of man so that men could become Sons of God. God incarnate imparted divinity to humanity. If you wish to see God, look at your brothers. if you mean to love God, love one another. This sublime and triumphant faith is going to inaugurate the reign of universal fellowship, of the most exalted love, of devotion to the poor! Whatever you do for the least, that is to say for the most ignorant, the most blameworthy of your brothers, you do for Me, for God. Can you comprehend this, you miserable inquisitors? Don’t you see you have tortured Jesus Christ, you have consigned God to the flames ...!?
Certainly, poetry is greater than science; and faith is imposing and magnificent when it overrides reason. The sacrifice of the just for the unjust in unreasonable, but even the most egotistical reason is compelled to admire it. Here is the great fascination of the Gospel, and I confess that, at the risk of being taken for something of a fool, 1 the enemy of dreams, I the opponent of any imaginations which would impose themselves on knowledge, yes even I remain fascinated and am glad to be; I worship with my eyes closed against hostile sparks of light, because 1 cannot help believing in a boundless though still veiled illumination promised by that infinite love which I feel shining in my heart.
All great sentiments are forms of fascination and all truly great
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