I have recently finished reading Augustine's "Confessions" and have now begun to enjoy his "City of God."
I have no doubt that he was sincere in his love for God -- who would doubt that? And I picture God, upon Augustine's arrival in heaven, embracing him in His all-loving arms and thus sweeping away in an instant all the Hellenistic philosophical baggage that encumbered this great man in his search for truth.
"Precious Augustine, I do have a face to look upon you, and for you to see, My child. I do have arms to hold you."
"Why, my child, if you understood My Son to be God, as you did, omniscient and all-powerful as I am, with a body of flesh and bone, as He did testify, and that that Son did not die twice, was it so very hard for you to accept that I, His Father, also possess a body, a perfect, omniscient, all-powerful body but a body none-the-less?"
"No matter now. You have always loved Me, and sought to serve me. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Enter into my rest."