Love

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to be sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries, aviod all entanglements, lock it up safe in a casket or coffin of selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless-it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredemable...the only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers...of love is Hell.

We want...not so much a Father in heaven as a grandfather in heaven...who's plan for the universe was simply that it might be truly said at the end of each day "a good time was had for all."....I should very much like to live in a universe which was governed on such lines. But since it's abundantly clear that I don't, and since I have reason to believe nonetherless that God is love, I conclude my conception of love needs correction.

The problem of human suffering with the existance of a God who loves is only insoluble as long as we attach a trival meaning to the word "love" and look on things as if man were the centre of them. Man is not the centre. God does not exist for the sake of man. Man does not exist for his own sake....We were made not primarly that we might love God (though we were made for that too) but that God may love us.

But that God may love us.
C.S. Lewis