When we become too glib in prayer we are most surely talking to ourselves.

If we insist upon trying to imagine Him, we end with an idol, made not with hands but with thoughts; and an idol of the mind is as offensive to God as an idol of the hand.

He (God) may sometimes chasten us, it is true, but even this He does with a smile, the proud, tender smile of a Father who is bursting with pleasure over an imperfect but promising son who is coming every day to look more and more like the One whose child he is.

To regain her lost power the Church must see heaven opened and have a transforming vision of God.

Jesus will never qualify or compromise anything he has said.

Most of us go through life praying a little, planning a little, jockeying for position, hoping but never being quite certain of anything, and always secretly afraid that we will miss the way. This is a tragic waste of truth and never gives rest to the heart.

God rescues us by breaking us, by shattering our strength and wiping out our resistance.