I do not know the man.

Christians are oddly uncomfortable with the humanity of Christ.

I am more comfortable with the God. The man speaks to me not in

solemn commands, in law and majesty, but the touch of a hand, a

baby crying, a death, and expects me to hear and obey these

voices of need and friendship as if they were the voice of God...

I do not want to know the human, the provisional and ironic, tears

and laughter, the future still to make...Take us away from all this;

like the ultimate romantic hero, sweep us into the world of

distant panoramas, magical controls, solved problems. I do not

what to be forced back to the earth where I must choose and

travel and be hurt.