The Communists in Cuba didn't assist Castro in his revolution. They weren't on the side of the students. They didn't do anything to help in the invasion or the long-continuing struggle from the Oriente province down.

Two years ago, I was saying as I planted seeds in the garden, "I must believe in these seeds, that they fall into the earth and grow into flowers and radishes and beans." It is a miracle to me because I do not understand it. The very fact that they use glib technical phrases does not make it any less a miracle, and a miracle we all accept. Then why not accept God's miracles?

The only solution is love.

Knitting is very conducive to thought. It is nice to knit a while, put down the needles, write a while, then take up the sock again.

My strength returns to me with my cup of coffee and the reading of the psalms.

I really only love God as much as I love the person I love the least.

Common sense in religion is rare, and we are too often trying to be heroic instead of just ordinarily good and kind.