Great morning prayer is like marinating in the Holy Spirit.

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.

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

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.

I guess it’s true what they say, " observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches.""That’s atheists, jackass, " said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.

We make our fortunes and we call them fate.

A skilled Transition Team leader will set the general goals for a Transition, and then confer on the other team leaders working with him the power to implement those goals.

If help and salvation are to come, they can only come from the children, for the children are the makers of men.

Anything invented after you’re thirty-five is against the natural order of things

What if this were Hell, this absence of sleep, this poet's desert, this pain of living, this dying of not dying, this anguish of shadows, this passion over death and light.

We thought humble and proud at the same time, all at once in love again with this painful bittersweet lovely thing called flight.

Life without zazen is like winding your clock without setting it. It runs perfectly well, but it dosen't tell time.

No person was every rightly understood until they had been first regarded with a certain feeling, not of tolerance, but of sympathy.