Church isn’t perfect. It’s practice.

What makes us saints of God is not our ability to be saintly but rather God’s ability to work through sinners.

And the thing about grace, real grace, is that it stings. It stings because if it's real it means we don't "deserve" it. ... And receiving grace is basically the best shitty feeling in the world.

At the heart of nature’s mystery lies another mystery.

Awakening self-compassion is often the greatest challenge people face on the spiritual path.

And at night, when it breathes delicately from silence - I love listening to your voice. It is like a heavenly graceful singing of thousands of stars.

There is but one secret to success: never give up.

But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.

Can you every single day tell a true testimony of who you are? That's really what life is about.

A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness. [Lat., Prudens futuri temporis exitum Caliginosa nocte premit deus.]

Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.

He was like some wild, untamed creature that you could keep and feed for a time, but in the end you knew you'd have to let it go for its own sake as well as yours.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.