“WHEN the heart is sick because ‘truths are diminished among the children of men,’ and the weight of unintelligibly triumphant and abundant sin lies heavy on it, and the mind is dragged through thorny places till it bleeds, then the frightened soul flies back to that moment of the first love of Jesus, and rests there with the more full assurance and abiding calm, because it knows that that first act of love is not ended yet. It has stretched from that old midnight at Nazareth to this hour, and is not weakened by the stretch. It can bear the weight of millions of new creations. It will wear for untold centuries. Old as it is, it is still new. It is unending. Its arms are round the majesty of God, its kiss is on his feet, for evermore.”

— Fr. Frederick Faber, Bethlehem (Tan Books, p. 71)

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