It is a violation of trust to use your kids as caulking for the cracks in you.

What if we gave fifty percent of our discretionary budget to the world’s poor and then counted on the moral power of that action to protect us?

I went to church with my grandparents sometimes and I loved it.

The road to enlightenment is long and difficult, and you should try not to forget snacks and magazines.

You were loved because God loves, period. God loved you, and everyone, not because you believed in certain things, but because you were a mess, and lonely, and His or Her child. God loved you no matter how crazy you felt on the inside, no matter what a fake you were; always, even in your current condition, even before coffee. God loves you crazily, like I love you...like a slightly overweight auntie, who sees only your marvelousness and need.

For me, Jesus is my cleft in the rock. He is my safest friend, my safe totally loving accepting big brother.

There is ecstasy in paying attention.