Walking With God

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This is where I find myself now on the journey that God and I have been on, at the station called hope, the one that comes right after gratitude and somewhere not far from journey’s end. It has been “God and I” the whole way. Not so much because he has always been pleasant company. Not because I could always feel his presence when I got up in the morning or when I was afraid to sleep at night. It was because he did not trust me to travel alone. Personally I liked the last miles of the journey better than the first. But, since I could not have the ending without first having the beginning, I thank God for getting me going and bringing me home. And sticking with me all the way.

― Lewis B. Smedes,
My God and I: A Spiritual Memoir

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Pressing Forward

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I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it the main object of life to press on to that country and to help others to do the same.

–C. S. Lewis

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Made for another world

the_garden_of_hope 2If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world. If none of my earthly pleasures satisfy it, that does not prove that the universe is a fraud. Probably earthly pleasures were never meant to satisfy it, but only to arouse it, to suggest the real thing.

If that is so, I must take care, on the one hand, never to despise, or to be unthankful for, these earthly blessings, and on the other, never to mistake them for the something else of which they are only a kind of copy, or echo, or mirage.

I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it the main object of life to press on to that country and to help others to do the same.

― C. S. Lewis
Mere Christianity

A pilgrimage of the heart

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Faith is not the clinging to a shrine,
but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.
Audacious longing, burning songs,
daring thoughts, an impulse
overwhelming the heart,
usurping the mind —
these are all a drive towards
serving Him who rings
our hearts like a bell.

–Abraham Joshua Heschel

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