I suspect that our conception of Heaven as merely a state of mind is not unconnected with the fact that the specifically Christian virtue of Hope has in our time grown so languid. Where our fathers, peering into the future, saw gleams of gold, we see only the mist, white, featureless, cold and never moving.
- C. S. Lewis, Miracles (HarperCollins 2002) p. 265
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Heaven
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