Early on we learn that faith is a risk; much later we learn the price of this risk. … Having faith means believing that He fills all space, that no leap can cast me out of His arms. Having faith means believing that He knows everything, that before I arrive He runs through the infinitely complicated plan of my existence all the way to its conclusion, like an ever new problem solved by His infinite love: my final entry into His Kingdom. … Only very late do we learn the price of the risk of believing, because only very late do we face up to the idea of death.
[Carlo Carretto, The God Who Comes, trans. Rose Mary Hancock, Orbis Books, 1974, 19-21 passim.]