Faith is the discernment of things unseen. Faith looks for a city yet to come, not made with hands.
To any visible arrangement of things, faith stands with Faust in his refusal of “Stay, you are so fair.” Faith says to every human construction, “Good, but not it.”
Faith’s reserve means that it keeps its distance, which is the basis for proper critique, which is the basis for progress and freedom.
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