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The God of the Bible is both a God of justice and mercy, of righteousness and compassion, of love and lordship, of order and creativity, of hierarchy and equality. Unless you can hold these antinomies in tension, you cannot paint a full picture of the Biblical God.

— Ben Witherington, from review of The Shack  <link>

The Greeks tell the story of the minotaur, the bull-headed flesh eating man who lived in the center of the labyrinth. He was a threatening beast, and yet his name was Asterion-Star. I often think of this paradox as I sit with someone with tears in her eyes, searching for some way to deal with a death, a divorce, or a depression. It is a beast, this thing that stirs in the core of her being, but it is also the star of her innermost nature.

— Thomas More, Care of the Soul  <link>

In God’s Sight

The Lord looks on his servants with pity and not with blame. In God’s sight we do not fall; in our sight, we do not stand. Both of these are true, but the deeper insight belongs to God.

— Julian of Norwich  <link>

The Paradox of Life

A bit beyond perception’s reach
I sometimes believe I see
that life is two locked boxes
each containing the other’s key.

— Piet Hein  <link>

A rose’s rarest essence lives in the thorn.

— Rumi  <link>

I don’t know if we each have a destiny or if we’re all just floating accidental like on a breeze, but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both are happening at the same time.

— Forrest Gump  <link>

Contradiction is the instrument of transcendence.

— Simone Weil  <link>

Learning to Read

As one has to learn to read or to practice a trade, so one must learn to feel in all things, first and almost solely, the obedience of the universe to God. It is really an apprenticeship. Like every apprenticeship, it requires time and effort. He who has reached the end of his training realizes that the differences between things or between events are no more important than those recognized by someone who knows how to read, when he has before him the same sentence reproduced several times, written in red ink and blue, and printed in this, that, or other kind of lettering. He who does not know how to read only sees the differences. For him who knows how to read, it all comes to the same thing, since the sentence is identical. Whoever has finished his apprenticeship recognizes things and events, everywhere and always, as vibrations of the same divine and infinitely sweet word. This does not mean that he will not suffer. Pain is the color of certain events. When a man who can and a man who cannot read look at a sentence written in red ink, they both see the same red color, but this color is not so important for the one as for the other.

— Simone Weil, Waiting for God  <link>