But at length, O God, wilt thou not cast Death and hell into the lake of Fire—even into Thine own consuming self? Then indeed wilt thou be all in all. For then our poor brothers and sisters shall have been burnt clean and brought home. For if their moans would turn heaven for us into hell, shall a man be more merciful than God? Shall, of all his glories, God’s mercy alone not be infinite?
The Consuming Fire
The Consuming Fire
The Consuming Fire
The Consuming Fire
The Consuming Fire
The Consuming Fire
The Consuming Fire
The Consuming Fire
For this vision of truth God has been working for ages of ages. For this simple condition, this apex of life, upon which a man wonders like a child that he cannot make other men see as he sees, the whole labor of God’s science, history, poetry, was evolving truth upon truth in lovely vision, in torturing law; and for this will the patience of God labors while there is yet a human soul whose eyes have not been opened, whose child-heart has not yet been born in him.