“Why are the photographs of him as a little boy so incredibly hard to look at? Something is over. Now instead of those shiny moments being things we can share together in delighted memories, I, the survivor, have to bear… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
“Will my eyes adjust to this darkness? Will I find you in the dark – not in the streaks of light which remain, but in the darkness? Has anyone ever found you there? Did they love what they saw? Did… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
“But we all suffer. For we all prize and love; and in this present existence of ours, prizing and loving yield suffering. Love in… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
“Why are the photographs of him as a little boy so incredibly hard to look at? Something is over. Now instead of those shiny… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
“Technology does make possible advance toward shalom; progress in mastery of the world can bring shalom nearer. But the limits of technology must also… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
I Shall Look At The World Through Tears. Perhaps I Shall See Things That, Dry-Eyed, I Could Not See — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
We strain to hear. But instead of hearing an answer we catch sight of God himself scraped and torn. Through our tears we see… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
In the valley of suffering, despair and bitterness are brewed. But there also character is made. The valley of suffering is the vale of… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
“I am at an impasse, and you, O God, have brought me here...From my earliest days, I have believed in you. I shared in… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
And what of regrets? I shall live with them. I shall accept my regrets as part of my life, to be numbered among my… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
Faith is a footbridge that you don't know will hold you up over the chasm until you're forced to walk out onto it. — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
How is faith to endure, O God, when you allow all this scraping and tearing on us? You have allowed rivers of blood to… — Nicholas Wolterstorff Copy Share Image
