Giving God permission to make you a saint will ruin your life.

When we get ashes we are not publicly proclaiming our greatness, but God’s. We are not saying, 'look at how great I am,' but 'ask me about how great my God is!'

We can't understand our calling and our vocation until we listen to the Lord... until we look upon the Lord... until we realize who it is that we're really serving. Are we serving God? Or the world?

God made saints out of far worse people than you.

God will put someone in your path today who doesn't necessarily need you... but who desperately needs Christ in you.

God has great plans for you today... creative and unexpected means by which He will make you a saint. He needs only your joyful submission to His plan.

Pentecost is a celebration of God... a celebration of God's power... a celebration of God's desire to empower us and to dwell within us.

Authentic Christianity is a roller-coaster ride, not a merry-go-round.

The commandments are a gift, not a curse. Sin is less about breaking the rules and more about breaking the Father's heart.

If more husbands and fathers would put as much energy into their marriages and families as they do their jobs, the world would change.

Consider God's love for you. Now double it. Now multiply that by 900 trillion. You're still not even close.

It's going to be okay. That's what everyone says when they really have no idea how it's going to be.

I love the food, the girls, the sky and everything that is Delhi. I have very fond memories of the Moolchand flyover.

‎There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.

Anything we have, we are only borrowing. Anything. Any time.

Microfinance is an incredibly powerful tool ... but we must move beyond micro-hopes and micro-ambitions for women.

I understand that Republicans-running-against-Obamacare-in-order-to-save-Medicare is a clever jujitsu. But how long will they play out that argument before they get back to the economy?

Sometimes we have to do a thing in order to find out the reason for it. Sometimes our actions are questions, not answers.

Fatal illness has always been viewed as a test of moral character, but in the nineteenth century there is a great reluctance to let anybody flunk the test.

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?

It's not about who is real to your face. It's about who stays real behind your back.