Lord, catch me off guard today. Surprise me with some moment of beauty or pain so that at least for the moment, I may be startled into seeing that you are here in all your splendor, always and everywhere, barely hidden, beneath, beyond, within this life I breathe.

Whenever you find tears in your eyes, especially unexpected tears, it is well to pay the closest attention.

Five friends I had and two of them snakes.

Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom, the good thief said from his cross (Luke 23:42). There are perhaps no more human words in all of Scripture, no prayer we can pray so well.

Lord, I believe; help my unbelief' is the best any of us can do really, but thank God it is enough.

Maybe at the heart of all our traveling is the dream of someday, somehow, getting Home.

Like Adam, we have all lost Paradise; and yet we carry Paradise around inside of us in the form of a longing for, almost a memory of, a blessedness that is no more, or the dream of a blessedness that may someday be again.