I find that when I think I am asking God to forgive me I am often in reality. . . asking Him not to forgive me but to excuse me.

The most precious gift that marriage gave me was the constant impact of something very close and intimate, yet all the time unmistakably other, resistant - in a word, real.

We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin.

He that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it hath already committed breakfast with it in his heart

In worship, God imparts himself to us.

...the sun looks down on nothing half so good as a household laughing together over a meal, or two friends talking over a pint of beer, or a man alone reading a book that interests him..." - C.S. Lewis: Weight of Glory

The terrible thing, the almost impossible thing, is the hand over your whole self--all your wishes and precautions--to Christ.