In every passerby, everywhere - Christ . . . He is in everyone - there can be no outcasts.

By his own will Christ was dependent on Mary during Advent: he was absolutely helpless; he could go nowhere but where she chose to take him; he could not speak; her breathing was his breath; his heart beat in the beating of her heart.... In the seasons of our Advent - waking, working, eating, sleeping, being - each breath is a breathing of Christ into the world.

God is everywhere: yes, but how dim faith is, what a remote idea heaven is, in the modern world!

God speaks silently, God speaks in your heart; if your heart is noisy, chattering, you will not hear.

In every passerby, everywhere - Christ . . . He is in everyone - there can be no outcasts.

We are the mediocre, we are the half givers, we are the half lovers, we are the savourless salt. Break the hard crust of complacency. Quicken in us the sharp grace of desire.

Christ asks for a home in your soul, where he can be at rest with you, where he can talk easily to you, where you and he, alone together, can laugh and be silent and be delighted with one another.