The Church must be seen as the company of pilgrims on the way to the end of the world and the ends of the earth.

Live in the kingdom of God in such a way that it provokes questions for which the gospel is the answer.

I am neither an optimist nor a pessimist. Jesus Christ is risen from the dead.

The church is not meant to call men and women out of the world into a safe religious enclave but to call them out in order to send them back as agents of God's kingship.

It is less important to ask a Christian what he or she believes about the Bible than it is to inquire what he or she does with it.

Do things that will get people asking questions, the answer to which is the Gospel.

It has never at any time been possible to fit the resurrection of Jesus into any world view except a world view of which it is the basis.

The Church, wherever it is, is not only Christ's witness to its own people and nation, but also the home-base for a mission to the ends of the earth.

Our confidence...is not in the competence of our own knowing, but in the faithfulness and reliability of the one who is known.

God's grace is not limited by any ecclesiastical barriers.

The living God is a God of justice and mercy and He will be satisfied with nothing less than a people in whom his justice and mercy are alive.

Apply analysis when appropriate, but keep it on a short leash when joy beckons.

You can’t be happy at work every day. No matter how much you love your job, there are still going to be bad days. And that’s cool—it’s always OK to have a bad day at work.

I was wounded by a blow of love.

Your work is what you were born to do. No kind of educational system can teach you your true work, because it is your life purpose, and it is revealed by your God-given gifts.

So few grow, because so few study.

Yet perhaps no sacrifice is wholly useless which proves there are men who prefer honour to life.

When it comes to divide an estate, the politest men quarrel.

As fast as each opportunity presents itself, use it! No matter how tiny an opportunity it may be, use it!

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.