After a long break, I finally began to read this book again. It is one of the best books I have ever read on Faith; a kind of anti Christopher Hitchens (I suspect that the 2 of them would have got on), but not in a humourless, aggressive apologetic way.
It has the most uses of the word ‘fuck’ in it of any book I have read. He ends with this tour de force that moved be:-
‘If, that is, there is a God. There may well not be. I don’t know whether there is. And neither do you, and neither does Richard bloody Dawkins, and neither does anyone. It not being… a knowable item. What I do know is that, when I am lucky, when I have managed to pay attention, when for once I have hushed my noise for a little while, it can feel as if there is one. And so it makes emotional sense to proceed as if He’s there: to dare the conditional. And not timid death-fearing emotional sense, or cowering craven master-seeking sense, or censorious holier-than-thou sense, either. Hopeful sense, Realistic sense. Battered-about-but-still-trying sense. The sense recommended by our awkward sky fairy, who says: don’t be careful. Don’t be surprised by any human cruelty. But don’t be afraid. Far more can be mended than you know’.
Any quote is only a quote: read the book. Just as I enjoyed reading Christopher Hitchens ‘God is not Great’ and wish I could have met him, anyone with no faith or not sure but who can laugh & think would like (if not agree with) this book.
Anyway, today: at least for me:- ‘Don’t be afraid’. Amen.