What deadens us most to God's presence within us, I think, is the inner dialogue that we are continually engaged in with ourselves, the endless chatter of human thought.

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.

Wherever people love each other and are true to each other and take risks for each other, God is with them and for them and they are doing God's will.

When a man leaves home, he leaves behind some scrap of his heart. . . . It's the same with a place a man is going to. Only then he sends a scrap of his heart ahead.

To believe in Christ is to give your heart to Christ, which means not to affirm things about Christ, but it's like what you mean when you say, "I believe in my friend."

Listen. Your life is happening. You are happening. Think back on your journey. The music of your life.

The Jesus who is the one whom we search for even when we do not know that we are searching and hide from even when we do not know that we are hiding.