The battles being waged in the public square are not so much about whether ultimate truths exist, but which absolute “truths” will govern public affairs.
Bernice was smiling because she was free. Her horizon, which was her hope, was not her bed, or the ward, or the hospital—not even this world. Bernice’s eyes were fixed on the hope of heaven.
Moral crises are preceded by metaphysical and epistemological confusion. In other words, the cause of the present lies in our past.