In observing the Sabbath, one is both giving a gift to God and imitating Him.

Sometimes, as in a great novel, you cannot see until you get to the end that God was leaving clues for you all along.

I doubt; I am uncertain; I am restless, prone to wander. And yet glimmers of holy keep interrupting my gaze.

I am not a saint. I am, however, beginning to learn that I am a small character in a story that is always fundamentally about God.

Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt or whether, graciously, my doubt is riddled with faith.

The Spirit is the reason we can build a church and have confidence that we will get it at least a little bit right.

I feel annoyed that in His wisdom, [God] chose to reel me in with middle-brow Christian fiction. It could be worse, I suppose. I could have come to faith while reading Left Behind.

My job [as a teacher] is to love the Scriptures in public. And then sit down.

And I understood that I ought not ask for a prayer language until I could ask without making it the test of my entire faith.

It is a great gift when God gives me a stirring, a feeling, a something-at-all in prayer. But work is being done whether I feel it or not.

I knew, as soon as I woke up, that the dream had come from God and it was about the reality of Jesus. The truth of Him. The He was a person whose pronouns you had to capitalize. That He was God.

Philosophy is so interesting that it makes you feel boring.

There should be a device which can detect when the person is getting angry and should not let that person speak till he/she calms down. This will solve so many problems.

Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.

Be a good example and hope the partner gets the hint. Any partner who would attempt to sabotage my fitness regime I would leave... wrong partner.

You can put up with everything in this world except not with a long stretch of beautiful days.

I can no more preach nonviolence to a cowardly man than I can tempt a blind man to enjoy healthy scenes.

Married couples, may we never forget that when attacks come the grace of the sacrament is eternally stronger than we are.

I don't like going back and listening to myself. It makes me uncomfortable, and I know I can never emulate what I did that night, so why listen to it?

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

The Navy's a very gentlemanly business. You fire at the horizon to sink a ship and then you pull people out of the water and say, 'Frightfully sorry, old chap.'