This is the very perfection of a man,
to find out his own imperfections.
(St. Augustine of Hippo painting by Philippe de Champaigne, 1650)
Great are you, O Lord, and exceedingly worthy of praise;
your power is immense, and your wisdom beyond reckoning.
And so we humans, who are a due part of your creation, long to praise you –
we who carry our mortality about with us,
carry the evidence of our sin and with it the proof that you thwart the proud.
Yet these humans, due part of your creation as they are, still do long to
You arouse us so that praising you may bring us joy,
because you have made us and drawn us to yourself,
and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.
The passage above appears to have been written by a person who was painfully aware
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