Imagination

It's beautiful and sunny here in LA on Christmas Day. I woke up later than I wanted to and now I have to rush around a little. Still need to wash clothes. Nevertheless, I came across this excerpt from the life of Joan of Arc and I thought I would share:

When Joan of Arc stood before the bishops, they asked, "Do you not believe that what you call your voices from God are really nothing but your imagination?" To which the illiterate nineteen-year-old peasant replied with a wisdom worthy of the mystics: "Of course it is my imagination! How else does God speak to us except through our imagination?" This silenced the bishops for a while.