“do you know what hurts so very much? it’s love. love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. there are two things we can do when this happens. we can kill that love so that it stops hurting. but then of course part of us dies, too. or we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel.” — corrie ten boom, the hiding place
“to love at all is to be vulnerable. love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” — c. s. lewis
any sort of love — friendship, camaraderie, familial, loyalty, romance — is a war. it’s a war because powers and principalities are doing everything possible to prevent us from loving God and loving other people. that’s one lesson of this odd, odd year.
that and protestants have a sad lack of convents.