From Hans Urs von Balthasar's
Bernanos: An Ecclesial Existence:
The writer's greatest danger, from which his profession always separates him only by a hair's breadth, is the vice of vices, the essence of original sin . . . the sin of Eve in paradise and of all her guilty children: curiosity, or, expressed in a more theological way, knowledge without love, the kind of knowledge that is not paid and vouched for with one's existence and suffering, the forced anticipation of the vision God wants to bestow through grace but into which impatient man bites as he bit into the forbidden apple. (139)
This reminds me of something Mr. Cooper wrote in a comment on one of my papers (
circa February 2006):
[There is] a marvelous unity among the writing that Christ does upon the hearts of his people, the writing that the apostles and evangelists do upon the inscripturated record of the covenant, and the writing that we all must do upon the fabric of our own life and the life of our generation . . . [T]he standard for the interpreter [has been raised]; until the interpreter can receive the gift of love provided by the apostle or evangelist, he or she is not ready to respond with an analysis. And the analysis itself must be a responsive gift of love, to the biblical author, to Christ, and to the reader.
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