The Gospel Is Not A Truth Among

I Haven't Even Read Everything I Wrote.

The Angels Laugh At Old Karl. They Laugh At Him Because He Tries To Grasp The Truth About God In A Book Of Dogmatics. They Laugh At The Fact That Volume Follows Volume, And Each Is Thicker Than The Previous Ones. As They Laugh, They Say To One Another, ‘look! Here He Comes Now With His Little Pushcart Full Of Volumes Of The Dogmatics!’—and They Laugh About The Persons Who Write So Much About Karl Barth Instead Of Writing About The Things He Is Trying To Write About. Truly, The Angels Laugh.

Jews Have God's Promise And If We Christians Have It, Too, Then It Is Only As Those Chosen With Them, As Guests In Their House, That We Are New Wood Grafted Onto Their Tree.

To Be A Christian And To Pray Are One And The Same Thing; It Is A Matter That Cannot Be Left To Our Caprice. It Is A Need, A Kind Of Breathing Necessary To Life.

We Must Read The Bible Through The Eyes Of Shipwrecked People For Whom Everything Has Gone Overboard.