All That I Have Written Is Straw. . .

Meanderings of a Catholic Devout

Another Excerpt from Jacques Fesch

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The Return of the Prodigal Son (Rembrandt)

And where would infinite love pour itself out, if the greatest forgiveness were not extended to the greatest misery? This, I suppose, is what eternal happiness consists in: to see clearly one’s own absolute failure, and to know and enjoy the splendor of God.  (From Cell 18)


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March 29, 2010 at 2:51 pm

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