By and large, the gospel of grace is neither proclaimed, understood, nor lived.

The Good News of the gospel of grace cries out: We are all, equally, privileged but unentitled beggars at the door of God's mercy!

The loss of transcendence has left in its wake the flotsam of distrustful, cynical Christians, angry at a capricious God, and the jetsam of smug bibilolatrists who claim to know precisely what God is thinking and exactly what he plans to do.

It is for the inconsistent, unsteady disciples whose cheese is falling off their cracker.

Our hearts of stone become hearts of flesh when we learn where the outcast weeps.

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

Choose a single, sacred word or phrase that captures something of the flavor of your intimate relationship with God. A word such as Jesus, Abba, Peace, God or a phrase such as "Abba, I belong to you." . . . Without moving your lips, repeat the sacred word inwardly, slowly, and often.