No wonder you yawn and know not what to do next if you have no God, for ennui is the mark of godlessness.
Nothing is worth while but God.
The very naming of God gives zest to life.
I love to feel God love the world through me, until I am fairly washed away by the current.
Of what moment is it whether I live or die so long as that goes on?—Ernest Crosby, “Swords and Plowshares.”
(1255)
God the Source of Goodness—See [Goodness from God].
GOD, THE UNSLEEPING
The Sleeping Buddha is one of the famous temples of China. A long avenue of large trees, with a stone pavement passageway, leads up to its entrance. Before it is an imposing gateway of colored tiles. But the pride of its interior is the wonderful figure of Buddha. A monster it is! Gross, indeed, must have been the mind which conceived it. There, lying on his side, with calm face, closed eyes, and head resting upon his hand, is a gilded wooden figure thirty feet long. It is well proportioned. His left arm is resting upon his body, and his bare feet are placed one upon the other. This Buddha is sleeping upon a Chinese K’ang. Standing about him are twelve crowned and beautifully drest images, and in front are the symbols of sacrifices for burning incense. But Buddha is asleep!
Contrast this with the conception of the God who never “slumbers nor sleeps.” (Text.)