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Goodness is, so to speak, itself: badness is only spoiled goodness.

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Because she is in God’s hands.’ But if so, she was in God’s hands all the time, and I have seen what they did to her here. Do they suddenly become gen...more

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destines them to eternity. He therefore, I believe, wants them to attend chiefly to two things, to eternity itself, and to that point of time, which t...more

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The hall is a place to wait in, a place from which to try the various doors, not a place to live in. For that purpose the worst of the rooms (whicheve...more

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I do not think there is a demonstrative proof (like Euclid) of Christianity, nor of the existence of matter, nor of the good will and honesty of my be...more

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But the great thing to remember is that, though our feelings come and go, His love for us does not. It is not wearied by our sins, or our indifference...more

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At present we are on the outside… the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. ...more

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Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and sponta...more

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If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire: if you want to be wet you must get into the water. If you want joy, power, peace, eternal life, ...more

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The perfect surrender and humiliation were undergone by Christ: perfect because He was God, surrender and humiliation because He was man.

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It is no more possible for God than for the weakest of His creatures to carry out both of two mutually exclusive alternatives; not because His power m...more

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The creature was there, a curiously shaped creature no doubt, but all loathing had vanished clean out of his mind, so that neither then nor at any oth...more

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The Christian does not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us.

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To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.

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Your trouble has been what old poets call Daungier. We call it Pride. You are offended by the masculine itself: the loud, irruptive, possessive thing-...more