O God, whenever I think of Your Infinity, I am racked with anxiety, wondering how You are disposed to me. . . You must adapt Your word to my smallness, so that it can enter into the tiny dwelling of my finiteness - the only dwelling in which I can live - without destroying it. . . If you should speak such an abbreviated word, which would not say everything but only something simple which I could grasp, then I could breathe freely again. . . You must make your own some human word, for that is the only kind I can comprehend. Dont tell me everything that You are; dont tell me of Your infinity - just say that You love me, just tell me of Your goodness to me. Karl Rahner SJ (1904-84) from Encounters with Silence (Sands and Co., 1969)
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 00:09:09 +0000
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