I have been re-reading Pascal's Pensées again. I am amazed at how accurately it applies in a postmodern world. Here is one quite that makes me think very much of the people of my generation:
Thus the fact that there exist men who are indifferent to the loss of their being and the peril of an eternity of wretchedness is against nature. With everything else they are quite different; they feawr the most triffling things, foresee and feel them; and the same man who spends so many days and nights in fury and despare at losing some office or at some imaginary affront to his honour is the very one who knows that he is going to lose everything through death but feels neither anxiety nor emotion. It is a monstrous thing to see one and the same heart at once so sensitive to minor things and so strangely insensitive to the greatest.
Curious how people are more in danger of coming to God for him to fix the "little things" (like jobs, money, relationships, etc.) rather than for the "big things" (like being made-right with the Creator God)
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