The coming of the Bridegroom is so swift that He is perpetually coming and dwelling within with unfathomable riches, and ever coming anew in His Person, without interception, with such new brightness that it seems as though he had never come before. For His coming consists beyond time, in an eternal Now, which is ever received with new longings and new joy.
Category: The Honeymoon Author: Jan Van Ruysbroeck
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