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

Music is a vehicle that propels me and so many other people toward a place we might call grace.

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

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.

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

Laughter is grace in its gaseous form.

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.