Quia amasti me, fecisti me amabilem. (In loving me, you made me lovable.)
Jesus hung out with ragamuffins.
Our identity rests in God's relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.
Don't try to understand it. You won't succeed. Don't try to see it. You can't. Try to live it, and you will be living out of the center.
Only reckless confidence in a Source greater than ourselves can empower us to forgive the woulds inflicted by others.
We are enveloped in peace, whether or not we feel ourselves to be at peace. By that I mean the peace that passes understanding is not a subjective sensation of peace; if we are in Christ, we are in peace even when we feel no peace.