|This is the key to the secret of the saints. Whatever else they were, they were men; eccentric if you like, offensive if you like, fanatical and misguided, but tingling essences of human nature, humanity at its boiling point. This mere unworldliness could never have produced much less life for this world. It was the acceptance, whole-hearted and unflinching, of the inner truth that made them, and the consequent realization of the other world in which they move. For that world, accordingly, they lived; living for it, they took this life in their stride. Its sweets were only relatively sweet; its barriers were too trifling to hinder them; and while smaller men peep at them to find reasons to condemn, they are staggered by the lives they lived.|
Says St. John Chrysostom, “Nothing so wears out a man as to be sodden with the love of things earthly.”
God’s existence gives meaning to your life
If it did not much matter whether man believed in God, there can be little doubt that many more would acknowledge their belief in Him than actually do. If men could be allowed to accept God and still live exactly as they pleased, if they could treat Him as a power who belonged to quite a different sphere and had no concern with this world, or as a friendly neighbor or an acquaintance or a distant relation, who looked to his won affairs and left us free to look after ours, then it is not improbable that the proofs an sings of His existence would be received with less questioning and opposition.
Indeed, there is scarcely a man who lays claim to common sense, and is not the victim of his own violent mind, who does not acknowledge at least a Supreme Being somewhat of this nature. When the old paganism had outgrown its many gods, and had settled down to a life of self-indulgence, it still accepted the belief in a God who cared little or nothing for mankind, and the modern paganism, impatient of all interference from without, believes in much the same way, and in the same way buries its God behind a cloud. Is there a priest, with any experience of so-called unbelievers, who has not again and again heard this profession of faith: “I believe in something supreme,” to which, however, this corollary has been added or implied: “Who is no concern of mine”?