Physical sickness we usually defy. Soul sickness we often resign ourselves to.
All the wickedness in the world begins with an act of forgetting.
God gave us laughter, I think, as a balm to wash the wounds of our own blunders, as a splint to mend the bones we break in our rashness or vanity.
Courage encourages courage.
Many of us are confessional giants but ethical midgets.
Unless and until we rest in God, we will never risk for God.