At Sunday worship, as in every dimension of our existence, many of us pretend to believe we are sinners. Consequently, all we can do is pretend we have been forgiven. As a result, our whole spiritual life is pseudo-repentance and pseudo-bliss.

I could more easily contain Niagara Falls in a teacup than I can comprehend the wild, uncontainable love of God.

There is an essential connection between experiencing God, loving God, and trusting God. You will trust God only as much as you love him. And you will love him to the extent you have touched him, rather that he has touched you.

If asked whether I am finally letting God love me, just as I am, I would answer, 'No, but I'm trying.

For me the most radical demand of Christian faith lies in summoning the courage to say yes to the present risenness of Jesus Christ.

In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others.

In my experience, self-hatred is the dominant malaise crippling Christians and stifling their growth in the Holy Spirit.