Faith is the assurance that the best and holiest dream is true after all.

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.

the story of any one of us is in some measure the story of us all

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

Envy is the consuming desire to have everybody else as unsuccessful as you are.

What gets me back to church, I think, is thinking maybe this time that question "Is it true?" will be answered, not just in terms of somebody saying, "Yes, it's true," but something will happen in a sermon or maybe shuffling up to the Eucharist, or in the old lady who's sitting beside me with a Bible - maybe something will happen which will show me that it's true. So I go back thinking, maybe this time I'll be lucky.

God in his unending greatness and glory and man in his unending littleness, prepared for the worst but rarely for the best, prepared for the possible but rarely for the impossible.