It is when people do not allow God to show up through them ... that the world collapses in on itself.

They are lonely. I'm not talking about lonely for a lover or a friend. I mean lonely in the universal sense, lonely inside the understanding that we are tiny people on a tiny little earth suspended in an endless void that echoes past stars and stars of stars.

I will love you like God, because of God, mighted by the power of God. I will stop expecting your love, demanding your love, trading for your love, gaming for your love. I will simply love. I am giving myself to you, and tomorrow I will do it again. I suppose the clock itself will wear thin its time before I am ended at this altar of dying and dying again. God risked Himself on me. I will risk myself on you. And together, we will learn to love, and perhaps then, and only then, understand this gravity that drew Him, unto us.

Sometimes the things we want most in life are the things that will kill us.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing.

Most great art is freedom within form. Without form, we are amateurs, without freedom, we are robots.

I love to give to charity, but I don't want to be charity. This is why I have so much trouble with grace.