tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683970826895755480.post2743380327572394998..comments2024-03-29T10:24:20.171+00:00Comments on Bruce Charlton's Notions: The Hand of God - by William Arkle (1960)Bruce Charltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615189090601688535noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683970826895755480.post-34697251377817386802016-07-07T15:58:45.325+01:002016-07-07T15:58:45.325+01:00@David - I agree. This clearly was a revelatory vi...@David - I agree. This clearly was a revelatory vision of Arkle's - perhaps the main vision upon which his life's work was built: it seems to have been his first 'publication'. I have shared partial visions of something which probably was the same underlying reality - refracted through a different consciousness; and it is upon such direct experience of reality, and the conviction it brings, that Christian faith ought-to be built.Bruce Charltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09615189090601688535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683970826895755480.post-25258499743316845502016-07-07T15:15:19.877+01:002016-07-07T15:15:19.877+01:00Truely, I long to live in Arkle's Heaven!The w...Truely, I long to live in Arkle's Heaven!The way he sees the divine family and our potential to forge eternal friendships that are a kind of creative play and cosmic adventure of co-creation with loving friends and family. What could possibly be a more appealing or motivating vision for an ideal world than that? At least for myself I cannot think of anything that could eclipse this. All the money, all the fame, fortune or transient fickle adoration or 'success' of this fallen world seems like a paltry and jaded mirage, an empty promise and a lonely hellish path of falsehood compared to Arkles vision. I find myself wanting to inhabit his world even for a few stolen moments of reverie between the demands of my stultifying and mechanical daily grind; a few moments or cherished minutes before the world imposes itself on me once again and I wade slowly with difficulty through its weight and resistance. I find myself whispered to that to hope for such a thing as a real dream to aspire towards is a silly fantasy. A day dream. Nothing more. I tell others of the dream and I am reticent to let the words leave my lips in case the mere telling of it and the potential of salvation will cause that dearest dream to disintegrate in the sharing of it with others in a world of almost totally alien incomprehension to what I value most. And then I remind myself that the whispers of doubt and dissent and dscouragement are all lies and that the whispers of the spirit, that swelling in the chest of a glorious sense of inarticulable deeper truth; such whispers fire my soul and I wish to follow them anywhere! Some day the great work will be accomplished and I pray we can live in a restored Earth or Heaven. If there is one then I think Arkle has glimpsed clearer views of this world than I have thus far.David Balfourhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12099160562774064281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683970826895755480.post-76000175739029036972016-07-07T11:52:41.526+01:002016-07-07T11:52:41.526+01:00Thanks for posting this, Bruce.Thanks for posting this, Bruce.Richhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14131427883067501547noreply@blogger.com