"O Lord, you are eternal but You will not always be indignant with us*, because You take pity on our dust and ashes. You saw me and it pleased You to transform all that was misshapen in me. Your goad was thrusting at my heart, giving me no peace until the eye of my soul could discern You without mistake. Under the secret touch of Your healing hand my swelling pride subsided, and day by day the pain I suffered brought me health, like an ointment which stung but cleared the confusion and darkness from the eye of my mind."
St. Augustine, Confessions
*Psalm 85:5
This passage makes me want to cry. This is such a beautiful book.
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