If you have never known the power of God's love, then maybe it is because you have never asked to know it - I mean really asked, expecting an answer.

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 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. Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid. I am with you. Nothing can ever separate us. It's for you I created the universe. I love you. There's only one catch. Like any other gift, the gift of grace can be yours only if you'll reach out and take it. Maybe being able to reach out and take it is a gift too.

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

If you want to talk about grace, if you want to talk about revelation, talk about your life with some depth, which doesn't mean lurid revelations as much as simply looking at your own deep experiences and describing them as they are.

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.

Justice is the grammar of things. Mercy is the poetry of things.