I know I already posted this, but I wanted it on top again. Progress is slow at times, but I don't think it matters very much how fast we move... I think it just matters in what direction we are moving. :)
"He wanted to make Saints, gods, things like himself... But if you are a poor creature--poisoned by a wretched upbringing in some house full of vulgar jealousies and senseless quarrels... nagged day in and day out by an inferiority complex that makes you snap at your best friends--do not dispair. He knows all about it. You are one of the poor whom he blessed. He knows what a wretched machine you are trying to drive. Keep on. Do what you can. One day (perhaps in another world, but perhaps far sooner than that) he will fling it on the scrap-heap and give you a new one. And then you may asonish us all--not least yourself; for you have learned your driving in a hard school... "Make no mistake," he says, "If you let me, I will make you perfect. The moment you put yourself in My hands, that is what you are in for. Nothing less, or other, than that. You have free will, and if you choose you can push me away. But if you do not push me away, understand that I am going to see this job through. Whatever suffering it may cost you in your earthly life...whatever it costs Me, I will never rest, nor let you rest until you are literally perfect--until my Father can say without reservation that He is well pleased with you, as He said He was well pleased with me. This I can do and will do. But I will not do anything less. "And yet--this is the other and equally important side of it--this Helper who will, in the long run, be satisfied with nothing less than absolute perfection, will also be delighted with the first feeble, stumbling effort you make tomorrow to do the simplest duty." C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, 181-82
