Craving clarity, we attempt to eliminate the risk of trusting God.

Quia amasti me, fecisti me amabilem. (In loving me, you made me lovable.)

The litmus test of our love for God is our love of neighbor.

Being the beloved is our identity, the core of our existence. It is not merely a lofty thought, an inspiring idea, or one name among many. It is the name by which God knows us and the way He relates to us

That which is denied cannot be healed.

Tragedy is that our attention centers on what people are not, rather than on what they are and who they might become.

The Ragamuffin rabble are the unsung assembly of saved sinners who are little in their own sight, conscious of their brokenness and powerlessness before God, and who cast themselves on His mercy. Startled by the extravagant love of God, they do not require success, fame, wealth, or power to validate their worth. Their spirit transcends all distinctions between the powerful and powerless, educated and illiterate, billionaires and bag ladies, high-tech geeks and low-tech nerds, males and females, the circus and the sanctuary.