"And my heart rose up within me- that's exactly what it felt like-
and I said, 'I have heard any number of fine sermons in my life,
and I have known any number of deep souls.
I am well aware that people find fault,
but it seems to me presumptuous to judge the authenticity of anyone's religion,
except one's own. And that is also presumptuous.'
And I said, 'When this old sanctuary is full of silence and prayer,
every book Karl Barth ever will write
would not be a feather in the scales against it
from the point of view of profundity,
and I would not believe in Barth's own authenticity
if I did not also believe he would
know and recognize the truth of that, and honor it, too.'"
I get to go to church this morning.