Of all the exotic aromas and experiences from my sojourn in Ethiopia, it’s the frankincense I miss most.

Grace has a way of sneaking up on you like that. When you least deserve it.

While it's true that you may lose your religion during the course of a lifetime, you never lose your salvation. Once you let Jesus in your kitchen, he just keeps on making peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and he never leaves.

My nun, which is how I think of her, was the most profound witness for God's love I've ever encountered in this world. She was a magnet for lost souls, a petite fortress of strength and unconditional love. What this sprightly, silly, lovely woman did from the obscurity of a faded convent in Rust Belt Chicago was to fulfill in a passionate, tireless way the supreme commandment of Jesus' gospel every day of her life.

Trying to explain or define grace is like catching the wind in a cardboard box or describing the color green.

Grace doesn't obsess with ourselves. It obsesses with people and with brokenness. This is a hard place to live, but God is bigger than hard places to live.

Of all the exotic aromas and experiences from my sojourn in Ethiopia, it’s the frankincense I miss most.