The most damnable and pernicious heresy that has ever plagued the mind of man was the idea that somehow he could make himself good enough to deserve to live with an all-holy God.
God is always trying to give good things to us, but our hands are often too full to receive them.
Prayer is not overcoming God’s reluctance, but laying hold of His willingness.
We can ignore even pleasure. But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
God hath made us for Himself.