Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.

We ask, ‘Why the need for God?’ Maybe the better question is ‘Why the need not to need Him?’ And could it be that that question in fact evidences our need for Him?

You are not made in ‘your image’. You are, in fact, made in ‘God’s image’. Therefore, which one are you looking for when you look in the mirror?

If I’ve prayed, I never have to worry about being the first one to show up.

In the end, if we don't have God we don't have anything other than an end.

The darkness that follows a sunset is never so dark that it can change the inevitability of a sunrise.

Faith is rare because fear is rampant. For faith will demand that I step into places that fear itself fears to go.

Forgiveness allows the burdens that we carry to become the histories that we forget.

When we choose to stay down, we are in reality confusing wisdom with cowardice. When we choose to stand back up, we are using wisdom to overcome cowardice.

I can arrogantly brag that the doors I choose in life open wide and grant me unobstructed passage. But the widest doors tend to lead to the worst places.

A compass calibrated by my greed is a rather shrewd way to legitimize my agenda. However, true north on a compass such as this is a straight line to the edge of a really big cliff.

Pull a thread here and you’ll find it’s attached to the rest of the world.

The scarf could go on and on and on and on, and it could be the harlot-red banner of shame that wrapped him up and kept him warm when the nights grew lonely and cold.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.

I saw "Follies" again at thirty, and you know, I had this great appreciation for [Stephen] Sondheim's brilliance, his lyrics.

At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.

When we have been to Holy Communion, the balm of love envelops the soul as the flower envelops the bee.

A star can never die. It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life.

The path to your success is not as fixed and inflexible as you think.

Something impractical cannot be beautiful.

Be grateful that the poor man is there, so that by making a gift to him you are able to help yourself