Rather than doing what I should be doing (housework, Bible study, budget), lately I have been reading a slew of books. One of these books is called Gilead. Hubby had to read it for seminary, and I couldn't resist. It's written by Marilynne Robinson, and is so poetic I fell in love with it.
The narrator is a man who is at the end of his life. He had been a preacher and has much to say about his calling, his life, and God. He is writing a letter to his young son. Here's an excerpt from the end of the book (p.246 to be exact)
"Theologians talk about a prevenient grace that precedes grace itself and allows us to accept it. I think there must also be a prevenient courage that allows us to be brave - that is, to acknowledge that there is more beauty than our eyes can bear, that precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm. And therefore, this courage allows us, as the old men said, to make ourselves useful. It allows us to be generous, which is another way of saying exactly the same same thing. But that is the pulpit speaking. What have I to leave you but the ruins of old courage, and the lore of old gallantry and hope? Well, as I have said, it is all an ember now, and the good Lord will surely someday breathe it into flame again." (Gilead, Marilynne Robinson)