An impersonal God? Well and good.
A subjective God of beauty, truth and goodness inside our own head? Better still.
A formless life force surging through everyone – a vast power we can all tap? Best of all.
But a living God – pulling at the other end of the cord approaching at infinite speed, the hunter, the covenant Lord, the husband? That is quite another matter.
There comes a moment when people who have been dabbling in religion suddenly draw back – supposing you really found Him? Or, worse still, suppose He found you. If there is a God you are in a sense alone with Him. You cannot put him off with speculations about your neighbor’s hypocrisy, or memories of what you have read in books. What will all that chatter and hearsay count when the anesthetic fog we call the real world fades away and the divine presence in which you have always stood becomes palpable, immediate and unavoidable?
– C.S. Lewis, Miracles