Grace is everywhere, like lenses that go unnoticed because you are looking through them.

When I pray for another person, I am praying for God to open my eyes so that I can see that person as God does, and then enter into the stream of love that God already directs toward that person.

I have learned that faith means trusting in advance what will make sense only in reverse.

Yet as I read the birth stories about Jesus I cannot help but conclude that though the world may be tilted toward the rich and powerful, God is tilted toward the underdog.

In a nutshell, the Bible from Genesis 3 to Revelation 22 tells the story of a God reckless with desire to get his family back.

Grace, like water, flows to the lowest part.

The proof of spiritual maturity is not how pure you are but awareness of your impurity. That very awareness opens the door to grace.

Any discussion of how pain and suffering fit into God's scheme ultimately leads back to the cross.

No one ever converted to Christianity because they lost the argument.

In the stories of extravagant grace given to us by Jesus, there are no loopholes disqualifying us from God's love.

I doubt God keeps track of how many arguments we win; God may indeed keep track of how well we love.

The Holy Bible is the best of all books.

Is trust such a thing to be earned and spent like silver?

You must never leave me Sweetness. I will never leave you.

You must be willing to protect yourself and what you cherish, no matter what the cost.

They faced each other. 'I'm going to enjoy this,'Melancholia said. 'I daresay I'm not.

The church is not here to meet our needs. We are the church here to meet the needs of the world.

It's not like learning how to hit a curve ball in baseball.

When we know beyond any doubt that we already speak the feeling language of prayer, we awaken that part of us that can never be stolen, lost, or taken away. This is the secret mode of prayer.

I forgot how much I loved going to class, actually. But I also forgot what having school homework feels like: stressful!

Not being perfect hurts.