The School of Kenosis

For most of us, the Beatitudes sound so utterly impossible, so fantastically untenable and unlivable, that we shake our heads and turn away in sorrow like the Rich Young Man. But they are impossible, untenable, unlivable only if we insist on making them static ideas of self-mastery required to placate a cold perfection external to us. The seeds of the Beatitudes are already within us, and we have only to become aware of this latent potency, to desire them to grow, to water them with the tears of our desire as we search for the Face of Christ our Sun, whose warmth will mingle with our tears and bring us to being; whose light will disperse confusion and illuminate the darkness; whose love will transform and sustain for all eternity.

Pillars of Flame, pp. 140-141.