The love for our enemies takes us along the way of the cross and into fellowship with the Crucified. The more we are driven along this road, the more certain is the victory of love over the enemy's hatred. For then it is not the disciple's own love, but the love of Jesus Christ alone, who for the sake of his enemies went to the cross and prayed for them as he hung there.

Judging others makes us blind, whereas love is illuminating.

We are to find God in what we know, not in what we don't know.

A day without morning and evening prayers and personal intercessions is actually a day without meaning or importance.

Politics are not the task of a Christian.

A king who dies on the cross must be the king of a rather strange kingdom.

The disciple simply burns his boats and goes ahead. He is called out... The old life is left behind, and completely surrendered. The disciple is dragged out of his relative security into a life of absolute insecurity... out of the realm of the finite...into the realm of infinite possibilities.