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

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.

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

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.

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.

When you argue with reality, reality always wins

Trust is created over time with consistent actions.

Writers are compulsive liars desperately trying to tell themselves the truth.

If the forces are intense, (..) almost no company earns attractive returns on investment.If the forces are benign, (..) many companies are profitable. P. 25

Everything in nature is a cause from which there flows some effect.

My mother went to Radcliffe, and rather than just trying to get rich, she wanted to be a teacher and taught for over 30 years in the public schools. She's definitely got some war stories.

I find sometimes it's easy to be myself, sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else.

Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.

I spent three days a week for 10 years educating myself in the public library, and it's better than college.