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this is the mystery of our vocation: not that we cease to be men in order to become angels or gods, but that the love of my man’s heart can becomes God’s love for God and men, and my human tears can fall from my eyes as the tears of God because they well up from the motion of His Spirit in the heart of His incarnate Son. 144
The greatest of God’s secrets is God Himself.
The peace produced by grace is a spiritual stability too deep for violence – it is unshakeable, unless we ourselves admit the power of passion into our own sanctuary.
The solitary life… is the life of one drawn by the Father into the wilderness there to be nourished by no other spiritual food than Jesus. For in Jesus the Father gives Himself to us and nourishes us with His own inexhaustible life.
The solitary, being a man of prayer will come to know God by knowing that his prayer is always answered. From there he can go on, if God wills, to contemplation.
The solitary is a man who has made a decision strong enough to be proved by the wilderness: that is to say, by death. For the wilderness is full of uncertainty and peril and humiliation and fear, and the solitary lives all day long in the face of death. 114
As soon as a man is fully disposed to be alone with God, he is alone with God no matter where he may be – in the country, the monastery, the woods or the city.
It is not speaking that breaks our silence, but the anxiety to be heard. The words of the proud man impose silence on all others, so that he alone may be heard. The humble man speaks only in order to be spoken to. 100
Words stand between silence and silence: between the silence of things and the silence of our own being. Between the silence of the world and the silence of God.
We put words between ourselves and things. Even God has become another conceptual unreality in a no-man’s land of language that no longer serves as a means of communion with reality.
In A Spacious Place 