“Lest it should be possible that any unchildlike soul might, in arrogance and ignorance, think to stand upon his rights against God, and demand of Him this or that after the will of the flesh, I will lay before such a possible one some of the things to which he has a right…
He has a claim to be compelled to repent; to be hedged in on every side: to have one after another of the strong sharp-toothed sheep dogs of the Great Shepherd sent after him, to thwart him in any desire, foil him in any plan, frustrate him of any hope, until he come to see at length that nothing will ease his pain, nothing make life a thing worth having, but the presence of the living God within him.”
When life doesn’t feel like it’s going our way. Perhaps it’s not supposed to!
George MacDonald (1824-1905) is one of my (also one of C.S. Lewis) favourite philosophers and novelists. Reading one of his novels rich in Scottish brogue, which is difficult to understand for at least the first 100 pages, and deep in wisdom and love is a rewarding and enriching pursuit.