“Written in Early Spring” by William Wordsworth (1770–1850)

  I HEARD a thousand blended notes   While in a grove I sate reclined,  In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts  Bring sad thoughts to the mind.  To her fair works did Nature link  The human soul that through me ran;  And much it grieved my heart to think  What Man has made of Man.  Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,  The periwinkle trail’d its wreaths;  And ’tis my faith that every flower  Enjoys the air it breathes.  The birds around me hopp’d and play’d,  Their thoughts I cannot measure,—  But the least motion which they made  It seem’d a thrill of pleasure.  The budding twigs spread out their fan  To catch the breezy air;  And I must think, do all I can,  That there was pleasure there.  If this belief from heaven be sent,  If such be Nature’s holy plan,  Have I not reason to lament  What Man has made of Man?

I Am Curious To Know . . .

Have you read Rob Bell's book "Love Wins?"
Do you agree with his conclusion? 
What is your response to Rob Bell, personally? 
Would you happen to have William Barclay's commentaries on your shelf? 
Are you still are a C.S. Lewis fan?

"I am a convinced universalist. I believe that in the end all men will be gathered into the love of God . . ."  (Barclay, William. William Barclay: A Spiritual Autobiography. Eerdmans: Grand Rapids, 1977. Note pages 65-67).

"There are people in other religions who are being led by God's secret influence to concentrate on those parts of their religion which are in agreement with Christianity, and who thus belong to Christ without knowing it . . . . For example a Buddhist of good will may be led to concentrate more and more on the Buddhist teaching about mercy and to leave in the background (though he might still say he believed) the Buddhist teaching on certain points. Many of the good Pagans long before Christ's birth may have been in this position" (Lewis, C.S. Macmillan: New York, 1984. Note pp. 176-177).

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