What the eye doesn’t (absolutely doesn’t) see
I have never felt so close to Jesus in my prayer life as this past Lent because sympathising with someone who is suffering acutely I can understand. But meeting someone who has risen from the grave I can’t understand, although I can and do believe it happened (note to believe is not the same as to know). So my post-Lent prayer life isn’t so meaningful and compelling and vivid. Yet on the other hand I do feel a slight lifting of a corner of the blanket of ordinariness with which we smother the extraordinariness of reality, and am profoundly excited by the possibility of coming closer to the risen Jesus. Atheists you don’t know what you are missing but then the heart doesn’t grieve over what the eye doesn’t (absolutely doesn’t) see.