The name of Jesus is as ointment poured forth; It nourishes, and illumines, and stills the anguish of the soul.

It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread.

We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.

The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?