When I get honest, I admit I am a bundle of paradoxes. I believe and I doubt, I hope and get discouraged, I love and I hate, I feel bad about feeling good, I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I am trusting and suspicious. I am honest and I still play games. Aristotle said I am a rational animal; I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.

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

Prayer is first and foremost an act of love

Real freedom is freedom from the opinions of others. Above all, freedom from your opinions about yourself.

Letting ourselves be loved by God is more important than loving God.

The unwounded life bears no resemblance to the Rabbi.

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