Christ (n.) walks through history as he walked through life — between two thieves.
Christ (n.) comes through locked doors: lock them to the world and he enters — indeed he comes from the inside.
Christ (n.) is God as much as man, just as the sky seems to lie as deep in the sea as it rises high above it.
Christ (n.) helps even the poorest beggar into a worse estate than before — a pass he could have escaped by remaining a beggar and no more.
Christ (n.) the teacher matters more than his teaching; we keep the teaching and abolish Christ, because we want truth the easy way.
Christ (n.) is not love in the human sense but absolute truth, which is why he does not defend himself and lets us become guilty of his death.
Christ (n.) cannot be known from history at all; he is the paradox, and about him nothing can be known — he can only be believed.
Christ (n.) is someone to flee if your highest aim is an easy, sociable life: he will make it hard by making you stand alone before God.
Christ (n.) is the cable cast from eternity, like a towline from a tug that draws a ship to sea, so a life need not depend too much on the temporal.
Christ (n.) does not return in glory through the brilliant consequences of his life in history — that would be imagined rather meanly, a glory too shabby.
Christ (n.) knew, as the crowds cried Hosanna, that they would cry Crucify, and still lived without anxiety for the next day, because he had eternity with him in the day called today.
Christ (n.) is anything but an assistant professor dictating paragraphs to stenographers; he does the opposite — he lays bare the thoughts of hearts.
Christ (n.) is the one in whom everything is revealed and everything hidden: the Pharisees uncovered a woman's enormous sin, and he wrote in the sand and hid it.
Christ (n.) shrinks, in a triumphant Church, from God-Man to a distinguished human being — a noble teacher whose life only shows what the rest of us can become.
Christ (n.) did not sacrifice himself to save men in a general way, which cannot be done, but each one severally; one surely knows the man one lays down one's life for.
Christ (n.) is denied two ways: docetically he becomes poetry and mythology claiming no reality, rationalistically a reality claiming nothing divine.
Christ (n.) had contemporaries no worse than any other generation — it happened in that generation only because they chanced to be contemporaneous with him.
Christ (n.) is the paradox: God compounded with a socially insignificant man — not a misunderstood great man who became somebody after death.
Christ (n.) on earth offered nothing to see but lowliness, glory being something that must be believed; so the lowly man lost in him looks, to an onlooker, merely lowly, exactly as Christ did.
Christ (n.) teaches us to walk the way a mother teaches a child: not beside us but out in front, arms stretched toward us, just far enough away that we learn to walk alone.