God is always good and we are always loved... even when what He gives may appear ugly.

Thanksgiving creates abundance; and the miracle of multiplying happens when I give thanks-take the just one loaf, say it is enough, and give thanks-and He miraculously makes it more than enough.

Our fall is always first a failure to give thanks.

I think God calls us to small things, to faithfulness right where we are, to just do the next thing.

The cynics, they can only speak of the dark, of the obvious, and this is not hard. For all it’s supposed sophistication, it’s cynicism that’s simplistic. In a fallen world, how profound is to see the cracks? The sages and prophets, the disciples and revolutionaries, they are the ones up on the ramparts, up on the wall pointing to the dawn of the new Kingdom coming, pointing to the light that breaks through all things broken, pointing to redemption always rising and to the Blazing God who never sleeps.

Poor communication doesn’t disconnect souls. It’s the disconnected souls who poorly communicate.

If the Church is a body, and the body is a business, isn't that the same thing as prostitution?