A few pages into this book, the paragraph below caught my attention.We secretly admit that the call of Jesus is too demanding, that surrender to the Spirit is beyond our reach. We start acting like everyone else. Life takes on a joyless, empty quality.
We begin to resemble the leading character in Eugene O'Neil's play - The Great God Brown;
"Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colours of the earth and sky and the sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?"
I haven't been able to go beyond this page since yesterday....
