So, I obviously really enjoyed Elisabeth Elliot’s book, The Path of Loneliness, and you’ve patiently scrolled through many quotes from her over the past week. But one of my favorite parts of the book was the people she quoted. My top three:
The Son of God suffered unto the death, not that we might not suffer, but that our suffering might be like His. – George MacDonald
In awful and surprising truth, we are objects of His love. You asked for a loving God: you have one. The great spirit you so lightly invoked, the “lord of terrible aspect” is present: not a senile benevolence that drowsily wishes you to be happy in your own way, not a cold philanthropy of a conscientious magistrate, nor the care of a host who feels responsible for the comfort of his guests, but the consuming fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as an artist’s love for his work and despotic as a man’s love for a dog, provident and venerable as a father’s love for a child, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between the sexes. (C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain)
And again, from the same book:
If God is Love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness. And it appears, from all records, that hough He has often rebuked us and condemned us, He has never regarded us with contempt. He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.