I'm hopeful that I'll make faster progress than usual because of how much I've written about this book in the past. When I find a passage I want to further reflect on, I hope to find that I've written about it already. This is the case with the first passage that gave me pause, just a moment ago.
Now, I am drawn the stark contrast between the love of our choosing and the love to which we are called. It's actually fairly easy, in theory, to love in the way we think we want to. But real love becomes more like heartrending sacrifice than the idealized notion after which we so often chase.
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