Not exact matches
Though I have no desire to deprive experts of their pleasures and I do understand the
joys of fluency in a another tongue, in terms of expediting interpersonal contactual points in time, the aspects of which appear on first examination to be of a nature so non-effective as to be thought hardly worth facilitating, hopefully, the sum of these co-optations, possibility-wise, are thought to be so negligible, that while on the surface appearing
deep, in terms of clarity what I have
said is not.
I'm waxing quite Eastern here, I know, But that, I would
say, is the nature of God's presence in the fallen world: his image, his bride, the
deep joy and longing of creation, called from nothingness to be joined to him.
Ah, so much is
said about human want and misery — I seek to understand it, I have also had some acquaintance with it at close range; so much is
said about wasted lives — but only that man's life is wasted who lived on, so deceived by the
joys of life or by its sorrows that he never became eternally and decisively conscious of himself as spirit, as self, or (what is the same thing) never became aware and in the
deepest sense received an impression of the fact that there is a God, and that he, he himself, his self, exists before this God, which gain of infinity is never attained except through despair.
I sat down at the computer again to try to find a few words to
say how I find God in this daily place and in this work, how I only learned to pray when I began to pray with my hands and my attention on purpose and how most of prayer to me now is listening and abiding, how I believe it would be nice to have a lovely housekeeper and a clean house and to create amazing soaring art with all of the white space of an uncluttered life and glorious heights of transcendent spirituality, I guess, but I need the God who sits in the mud and in the cold wind, in the laundry pile and in the city park, who embodies grief and
joy, wisdom and patience, loneliness as companionship, renewal with simplicity and a good
deep breath, and who even now shows up in the unlikeliest and homeliest of lives too, as a sacrament of and blessing for the ordinary things.
It is important to note that these themes not only mark a life that succeeds in being faithful — which is what it is all about — but these are also the ingredients we need in our lives in order to achieve a
deep sense of satisfaction and meaning, to experience
joy in the wonders of the world, and — dare I
say it?
I guess I would
say, I have know much pain in my life & Jesus has been the ONLY One to give me peace & that sense of
deep joy — I just feel it
deep inside.
But insofar as this psychology talks of man's
deep emotional drives, his purposive activity, his striving for realization of selfhood, his need to love and to be able to receive love, and with these the twistings and distortings which may be uncovered in him — insofar as it does this, it helps us see something of what true fulfillment is about and has much to
say concerning such actualization of man, with man's consequent «satisfaction» and the
joy which it provides, about which in an entirely different idiom the heavenly city was a picture.
The inconveniences which this creature occasions have become, as James Hinton
says, the glowing heart of a great
joy, and indeed are now the very conditions whereby the
joy becomes most
deep.
The progressivist
says: children's
joy in learning, their intrinsic interest, and their
deep understanding.