Reading George MacDonald's Diary of an Old Soul (downloadable online) - it is humbling to read the words of a man who is aware of the inner thoughts common to all people, and can relate them to spiritual truth. He always shows me how puny my life has been - like the people in Lewis's The Great Divorce who, upon finding themselves in a heaven-like environment, cannot even walk on the grass because it is more REAL than they are and it hurts their feet. TGD is a book I liken to strong medicine, meant to heal, but not too tasty until we have acquired a taste for it, usually by suffering blows to our pride.

Delight

Deeply moved by a comment in Hart's The Beauty of the Infinite, to the effect that our knowing of the world/ourselves/each other must start in delight.
His comment undermines Protestant theology, at least in that theology's bleak Calvinistic mode.
His comment undermines Buddhist introspection as well.
This blog will look closely at those things many more times. For now, for me:

Delight means: we come out of ourselves into the shared world, and acknowledge the beauty of that world, even as it is marred by sin. (Experiment: think what the world would look like if you took sin and the effects of sin out of the picture. Just think about it for two minutes.)

Delight means: we can say YES!! to existence. Yes, in that being is essentially good. Yes to the beauty, goodness, wisdom and love that we do see, and that we hope to become.

Delight means: we see things as they are. What do I mean by that? That delight should serve as our basic test of our adjustment to reality. (You can think that through on your own. Comments welcomed.)

Thought: could I replace the word 'delight' with the word 'love' in the above statements and be saying the same thing?