“There are some themes, some messages that stir me to the depths of my soul, and cause me to be gripped with a great quiet… Almost immobilized by the weight of truth; driven to my knees to simply be before God, utterly silent.
There are themes that bring silent tears to my eager eyes, make my soul soar as if on wings of eagles…
There are some themes that call forth an exultation so overpowering my fist shoots up and it is all I can do to get it down again.
And then there are those themes that awaken in me at once a passionate dissatisfaction, and a steel-clad resolve; words that invariably get me out of my seat to pace back and forth like a caged lion in my office. From french doors to bookshelf and back, on my knees, on my feet, on my face…
And I’m just warning you, this is one of those.
You see, I have this thought: (overly simple as it may seem–)
That God has a right to that which belongs to Him.
That after all He has suffered, after all He has lost, He’s worthy of receiving His own with interest.
That His beautiful dreams– (which are all for the happiness of others, by the way) –there is no reason why He should be denied them;
Why the universe should be denied them….
But you know, God is often denied what is due Him.
Perhaps most notably, by those who call themselves His friends…”