I was in the Abbey. We had a talk, a brilliant exegesis on the Gospel of St John. I had not realised that John mentions the Light of the World so many more times than the other evangelists. All this is very interesting but it was only later, alone in the darkened abbey in front of the raising of Lazarus that a sensation of acceptance came over me.

I read Thomas Merton in the evening. I love his simple style and description of his spiritual journey. Tonight I was reading of his discovery of the spiritual exercises.