That which is denied cannot be healed.

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

While the impostor draws his identity from past achievements and the adulation of others, the true self claims identity in its belovedness. We encounter God in the ordinariness of life: not in the search for spiritual highs and extraordinary, mystical experiences but in our simple presence in life.

When being is divorced from doing, pious thoughts become an adequate substitute for washing dirty feet.

Craving clarity, we attempt to eliminate the risk of trusting God. Fear of the unknown path stretching ahead of us destroys childlike trust in the Father's active goodness and unrestricted love.

When absolute control and rigid obedience pose as love within the family and the local faith-community , we produce trained cowards rather than Christian persons.

I asked for wonder, and He gave it to me.