For outlandish creatures like us, on our way to a heart, a brain, and courage, Bethlehem is not the end of our journey but only the beginning - not home but the place through which we must pass if ever we are to reach home at last.

You can't be too careful what you tell a child because you never know what he'll take hold of and spend the rest of his life remembering you by.

Wether you call on him or don't call on him, God will be present with you.

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.

Pay mind to your own life, your own health, and wholeness. A bleeding heart is of no help to anyone if it bleeds to death.

Sin and grace, absence and presence, tragedy and comedy, they divide the world between them and where they meet head on, the Gospel happens.

Words spoken in deep love or deep hate set things in motion in the human heart that can never be reversed.