“Certainly,” he said, “I do wish very much to be settled either in the English Church or somewhere else. I wish I knew what Christianity was; I am ready to be at pains to seek it, and would accept it eagerly and thankfully, if found. But it’s a work of time; all the paper-arguments in the world […]
I’ve always liked this bit of spoken poetry, but other bloggers got to it before me. It’s been many months since I’ve seen it featured, so I decided to post it again here.