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Joy to the World: How Christ's Coming Changed Everything

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Scott Hahn
Scott Hahn

Scott Hahn, born on October 28, 1957, is a renowned Christian author and theologian. His works cover a wide range of topics including biblical studies, theological theory, and Christian ethics, and have been well-received by a broad audience. more

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“Come devono essere tristi, quei figli unici. Crescere in una casa piena di adulti, sempre in minoranza, sempre sconfitti, nemmeno un po' di quella stupidità sfrenata, niente scherzi da poter ripetere cento volte, nessuno con cui cantare, nessuno con cui litigare, nessuno con cui fare il principe, o lo schiavo [...] in seguito, quando i genitori cadono in disgrazia e diventano essere umani incasinati e banali e si trasformano pian piano da persone che si prendono cura di te in individui di cui ci si deve prendere cura, chi ci sarà ad affrontare con te quelle crescenti frustrazioni, a riflettere sulle migliaia di dettagli insignificanti di quella soap opera a lungo condivisa che non significa nulla per gli altri? E quando infine se ne saranno andati, chi si rivolgerà a te dicendoti: «Sì, mi ricordo il cavalluccio a dondolo rosso... sì, mi ricordo il letto immaginario sotto il biancospino»?”

“A male—even such a male as Tibby—was enough to stop the foolery. The barrier of sex, though decreasing among the civilised, is still high, and higher on the side of women. Helen could tell her sister all, and her cousin much about Paul; she told her brother nothing. It was not prudishness, for she now spoke of “the Wilcox ideal” with laughter, and even with a growing brutality. Nor was it precaution, for Tibby seldom repeated any news that did not concern himself. It was rather the feeling that she betrayed a secret into the camp of men, and that, however trivial it was on this side of the barrier, it would become important on that. So she stopped, or rather began to fool on other subjects, until her long-suffering relatives drove her upstairs.”

“We draw into our life those who will help us to grow. Naturally, we tend to have mixed feelings about those very people but they are marked for us. We have forgotten that we wrote them an invitation some time ago. We look at them as if they are intruders when all along they are our guests.”