I don't find anyone more noble than Jesus.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing. (They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz.) And as I lay there, it occurred to me that God is up there somewhere.

I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago, because a mind was made fo figure things out, not to read the same page recurrently.

I know, from the three visits I made to him, the blended composite of love and fear that exists only in a boy's notion of his father.

It confuses me that Christian living is not simpler. The gospel, the very good news, is simple.

It is no coincidence that Jesus talks endlessly about love. Free love. Unconditional love.

I'm amazed at how much my writing is improved when I step away from the computer, even in small amounts. If I'm stuck, I vacuum the living room or walk the dog. I'm amazed at what comes out of that... We have to realize that part of the writing life where we're sitting down at the computer is harvesting the crops, but you have to have planted them and watered them and created fertile soil - and that's a life.