Part of the inner world of everyone is this sense of emptiness, unease, incompleteness, and I believe that this in itself is a word from God, that this is the sound that God’s voice makes in a world that has explained him away. In such a world, I suspect that maybe God speaks to us most clearly through his silence, his absence, so that we know him best through our missing him.

For some people, going to church is going home. In a very profound sense, I would say the same thing. Home is where Christ is.

God himself does not give answers. He gives himself.

The grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you.

At the evening of our day, we shall be judged by our loving.

Where your deep gladness meets with the deep hunger of the world, there you will find a further calling.

Like a house in the rain, books were havens of permanence and protection from whatever it was that as a child I needed protection from.