God's love cannot be understood, in the first place, somewhat counter to a certain tendency of ours, as a series of passionate heart throbs or the pouring forth of a general sweetness. It consisted, and consists, in making available a rather particular human living out. Perhaps this is not what we want.... It is not as though he is consoling us in our small, timorous identities; rather he is furnishing the means for us to take part in a different show, something which calls us to be something different from what we thought we were.
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