As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The god, it would appear, was frequently thought of as the physical progenitor or first father of his people.
Prometheus heretofore went up to Heaven, and stole fire from thence. Have not I as much Boldness as he?
Christ was God in human flesh, and He proved it by rising from the dead.
The gods did not reveal, from the beginning, all things to us.
You may be ignorant of His presence at the time, but that doesn't mean He doesn't exist. If you look, you will find that He was there all along. You can know that God exists.
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
Isn't it interesting that God appears holy when he's gracious?
We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.
I found you can believe the man in history that is Jesus who walked the earth. It's a whole different thing altogether to know Him as the Son of God - to have reconciled yourself to Almighty God.
From the early Seventies to the mid-Eighties, I approached Rome at a snail's pace. Having concluded that God existed, I could not seriously entertain the thought of not trying to be in contact with Him.