If you have a body, you are entitled to the full range of feelings. It comes with the package.

A writer paradoxically seeks the truth and tells lies every step of the way.

God sent Jesus to join the human experience, which means to make a lot of mistakes. Jesus didn't arrive here knowing how to walk. He had fingers and toes, confusion, sexual feelings, crazy human internal processes. He had the same prejudices as the rest of his tribe: he had to learn that the Canaanite woman was a person. He had to suffer the hardships and tedium and setbacks of being a regular person. If he hadn't the incarnation would mean nothing.

I'm drawn to almost any piece of writing with the words 'divine love' and 'impeachment' in the first sentence. But I know the word 'divine' makes many progressive people run screaming for their cute little lives, and so one hesitates to use it.

Toddlers can make you feel as if you have violated some archaic law in their personal Koran and you should die, infidel.

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

I just can't get over how much babies cry. I really had no idea what I was getting into. To tell you the truth, I thought it would be more like getting a cat.