I have brightness in my soul which strains toward Heaven. I am like a bird!

I have brightness in my soul, which strains toward Heaven. I am like a bird!

My voice is still the same, and this makes me beside myself with Joy! Oh, mon Dieu, when I think what I might be able to do with it!

I do like to sing to God!

My voice is still the same and this makes me beside myself with Joy! Oh mon Dieu when I think what I might be able to do with it!

Oh well, maybe the only beauty left in cities is in the oil slicks on the road and maybe there isn't any beauty left in the people who live in these places.

Christians are called to be the deliverers of people and nations

Always be reading something, he said. Even when we're not physically reading. How else will we read the world? Think of it as a constant.

Time is self absorbed, takes what it wants and doesn't return the favor. It is greedy, its pockets full of the lives of those left behind. It is a magician and a thief.

... To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.

I'm like a rock singer with one-night stands on the road.

Infants, I note with envy, are receptive to enjoyment in a degree not attained by adults this side of the new Jerusalem.

Only the present moment contains life.

I think it's bad when people start booing between serves.