To know we are loved, even when we have sinned, or when we are lukewarm, when we suffer, when we’re in darkness, when we are scandalized by the manner in which God chooses to work through his providence: that is not easy, it is the hardest thing there is. We don’t think often enough of this [difficulty], absorbed as we are in the contemplation of our own little attempts at love. Beyond that, there is all this problem of evil. And it is in the face of such evils and such appearances that we are loved.
René Voillaume (1905–2003)