Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Some Augustine

from Augustine's Confessions, XI.27. I think that an American evangelical today would probably rework this more like, "Too late loved I Thee, O Thou Who Art Beauty Relative to My Own Cultural Preferences."

Too late loved I Thee, O Thou Beauty of ancient days, yet ever new! too late I loved Thee! And behold, Thou wert within, and I abroad, and there I searched for Thee; deformed I, plunging amid those fair forms which Thou hadst made. Thou wert with me, but I was not with Thee. Things held me far from Thee, which, unless they were in Thee, were not at all. Thou calledst, and shoutedst, and burstest my deafness. Thou flashedst, shonest, and scatteredst my blindness. Thou breathedst odours, and I drew in breath and panted for Thee. I tasted, and hunger and thirst. Thou touchedst me, and I burned for Thy peace.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Scott Aniol said...

This is the central focus of my master's paper.

3/01/2006 08:45:00 AM  
Blogger Ryan Martin said...

Is this your paper on M. Luther or a new one?

3/01/2006 12:40:00 PM  
Blogger Paul said...

I used this quote for a paper 1st semester... I love part 25 of this same chapter!

3/01/2006 01:02:00 PM  
Blogger Ryan Martin said...

One would do well to consider this passage many times. It is surely profound.

3/01/2006 01:18:00 PM  

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Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Some Augustine

from Augustine's Confessions, XI.27. I think that an American evangelical today would probably rework this more like, "Too late loved I Thee, O Thou Who Art Beauty Relative to My Own Cultural Preferences."

Too late loved I Thee, O Thou Beauty of ancient days, yet ever new! too late I loved Thee! And behold, Thou wert within, and I abroad, and there I searched for Thee; deformed I, plunging amid those fair forms which Thou hadst made. Thou wert with me, but I was not with Thee. Things held me far from Thee, which, unless they were in Thee, were not at all. Thou calledst, and shoutedst, and burstest my deafness. Thou flashedst, shonest, and scatteredst my blindness. Thou breathedst odours, and I drew in breath and panted for Thee. I tasted, and hunger and thirst. Thou touchedst me, and I burned for Thy peace.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Scott Aniol said...

This is the central focus of my master's paper.

3/01/2006 08:45:00 AM  
Blogger Ryan Martin said...

Is this your paper on M. Luther or a new one?

3/01/2006 12:40:00 PM  
Blogger Paul said...

I used this quote for a paper 1st semester... I love part 25 of this same chapter!

3/01/2006 01:02:00 PM  
Blogger Ryan Martin said...

One would do well to consider this passage many times. It is surely profound.

3/01/2006 01:18:00 PM  

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