blog books augustine“Now when deep reflection had drawn up out of the secret depths of my soul all my misery and had heaped it up before the sight of my heart, there arose a mighty storm, accompanied by a mighty rain of tears. That I might give way fully to my tears and lamentations. … I flung myself down under a fig tree … Suddenly I heard the voice of a boy or a girl … chanting over and over again. ‘Pick up, read; pick up, read.’ … I could only think that this was a divine command to open the book and read the first passage I should light upon.

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Saint Augustine
Confessions (Oxford Press, 2009)

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