Christ, Kilns And How I Make My Living

There is something definite in us that takes sensory information and turns it into something that we have come to acknowledge as miraculous.  There is no real explanation for it and evolution, when thought of while having the experience, seems itself to be silly superstition akin to voodoo around the boiling pot.  Take for instance the cosmic jingling of ecstasy when we smell a long forgotten fragrance like the Old Spice that our grandfather wore.  Something immediately leaps upon our existence, clutches our hearts and squeezes out a remarkable cup of joy.  We have no rhyme for it but it is certainly a drink we could call Nectar of The God.

 

On evidence of Christ

“There is now added the consciousness of a Living Fact which includes, transcends, completes all that you mean by the categories of personality and of life.  Those ineffective, half-conscious attempts toward free action, clear apprehension, true union, which we dignify by the names of will, thought, and love are now seen matched by an Absolute Will, Thought, Love; instantly recognized by the contemplating spirit as the highest reality it has yet known…None who have had [this experience] have ever been able to doubt its validity.  It has always become for them the central fact, by which all other realities must be test and graduated.  [By God the mystics (or authentic Christian)] mean, not a notion, however august; but an experienced Fact so vivid, that against it the so-called facts of daily life look shadowy and insecure.

Evelyn Underhill