The only thing harder than forgiveness is the alternative.

When I pray for another person, I am praying for God to open my eyes so that I can see that person as God does, and then enter into the stream of love that God already directs toward that person.

I have learned that faith means trusting in advance what will make sense only in reverse.

Yet as I read the birth stories about Jesus I cannot help but conclude that though the world may be tilted toward the rich and powerful, God is tilted toward the underdog.

In a nutshell, the Bible from Genesis 3 to Revelation 22 tells the story of a God reckless with desire to get his family back.

Grace, like water, flows to the lowest part.

The proof of spiritual maturity is not how pure you are but awareness of your impurity. That very awareness opens the door to grace.

Any discussion of how pain and suffering fit into God's scheme ultimately leads back to the cross.

No one ever converted to Christianity because they lost the argument.

In the stories of extravagant grace given to us by Jesus, there are no loopholes disqualifying us from God's love.

I doubt God keeps track of how many arguments we win; God may indeed keep track of how well we love.

Peace is not merely the absence of war or conflict but the presence of tranquility, harmony and love.

War all comes down to these little tiny stories about people's lives that will never be the same.

Ecological differentiation is the necessary condition for coexistence.

Winners are convinced they will finish first. The others hope to finish first.

Sometimes [genius] is just the thing that emerges after twenty years of working at your kitchen table.

But it remains the case that you know what is wrong with a lot more confidence than you know what is right.

God has more for you in your future than you could ever dream of in your present and he's already seen you in it.

If you're not remarkable, you're invisible.

Children will learn to do what they want to learn to do.

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?