It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the rest of your days on the edge of rage. I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright.
[Annie Dillard]
This is my friend’s seven-year-old son singing an Irish song called “Cheer Up, Ye Saints of God”:
Cheer up ye saints of God
There’s nothing to worry about,
Nothing to make you feel afraid
Nothing to make you doubt
Remember Jesus never fails
So why not trust Him and shout
You’ll be sorry you worried at all
Tomorrow morning.