We cannot commune with a sunbeam, or say our prayers to the force of gravity, or bow down to the multiplication table, however true they may be. Abstract beauty is tiresome, but a beautiful face never is. Love read about and extolled may disgust, but when love meets us in a person, it is different. Religion may seem the driest thing in the world. but when Religion comes to us bending in lowly services, healing our wounds of body and soul, speaking to our drooping spirits and making them alive again, and showing us the Father, then we bow . . . forever captivated.
–E. Stanley Jones
Christ at the Round Table