The God of All Comfort

The God of All Comfort
2 CORINTHIANS 4.13-18

‘To Carthage then I came,’ wrote T. S. Eliot in one of his famous poems. One can imagine someone picking up the poem in a bookshop and wondering what on earth he was talking about. Had he gone to the real Carthage, in North Africa? If so, what had that to do with the rest of the poem? Why did he go on to speak of ‘Burning, burning’? And why did he then say, ‘O Lord thou pluckest me out’? This is the kind of thing that makes some people despair of twentieth-century poetry...