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

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

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

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

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.

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.

Laughter is grace in its gaseous form.