“Love is the widest, choicest door”
This is from the end of Robert Farrar Capon’s book, The Supper of the Lamb.
“But second, last and most important, playing it safe is not Divine. We have come to the end. I tell you simply what I believe. Love is the widest, choicest door into the Passion. God saved the world not by sitting up in heaven and issuing antiseptic directives, but by becoming man, and vulnerable, in Jesus. He died, not because He despised the earth, but because He loved it as a man loves it – out of all proportion and sense. And when He rose again, He stood up like a man indeed: with glorious scars – and with flesh, bones, and all things appertaining to the perfection of man’s nature.
It is through that Sacred Humanity – and through the mighty working whereby He is able to subdue all things to Himself – that He will, at the last day, change these corruptible bodies of ours, make them like His own glorious Body, and through them, draw all things into the last City of their being. The world will be lifted, as it was always meant to be lifted, by the priestly love of man. What Christ has done is to take our broken priesthood into His and make it strong again. We can, you see, take it with us. It will be precisely because we loved Jerusalem enough to bear it in our bones that its textures will ascend when we rise; it will be because our eyes have relished the earth that the color of its countries will compel our hearts forever. The bread and the pastry, the cheeses, the wine, and the songs go into the Supper of the Lamb because we do: It is our love that brings the City home.
It is, I grant you, and incautious and extravagant hope. But in such a place as this – in a world that so regularly winds our clocks and breaks our hearts, that laughs at caution and cries from every corner for extravagation - only outlandish hopes can make themselves at home. Spare me, therefore, the sanity of more modest expectations and less loving looks.”