The world says, The more you take, the more you have. Christ says, the more you give, the more you are.

I'm a hopeless prayer. I think somewhere in there I spend a great deal of time at it.

Don't look down on them for looking down on us. Look at them, instead, as friends we don't know yet and who don't yet know what they are missing in not knowing us.

The world speaks of holy things in the only language it knows, which is worldly language.

Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.

Here and there even in our world, and now and then, even in ourselves, we catch glimpeses of a New Creation, which, fleeting as those glipmses are apt to be, give us hope both for this life and for whatever life may await us later on.

You do not need to understand healing to be healed or know anything about blessing to be blessed.