The first holy truth in God 101 is that men and women of true faith have always had to accept the mystery of God's identity and love and ways. I hate that, but it's the truth.

Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.

I naturally prefer the company of people who hold grudges, as long as they are not held against me.

I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world-present and in awe.

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.

No one can appropriate God, goodness, the Bible or Jesus. It just seems that way.

Greasy food is so comforting when you are hungover.