“The Pantheist’s God does nothing, demands nothing. He is there if you wish for Him, like a book on a shelf. He will not pursue you. . . But God Himself, alive, pulling at the other end of the cord, perhaps approaching at an infinite speed, the hunter, king, husband – that is quite another matter. . . There comes a moment when people who have been dabbling in religion (Man’s search for God”!) suddenly draw back. Supposing we really found Him? We never meant it to come to that! Worse still, supposing He has found us?
“So it is a sort of Rubicon. One goes across; or not.”
C.S. Lewis from “Miracles”
“Supposing We Really Found Him?”