Faith is not being sure where you're going, but going anyway.

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.

Toleration is often just indifference in disguise.

When [our secrets] are sad and hurtful secrets, like my father's death, we can in a way honor the hurt by letting ourselves feel it as we never let ourselves feel it before, and then, having felt it, by laying it aside; we can start to take care of ourselves the way we take care of people we love.

Coincidences are God's way of getting our attention.

Your vocation lies in the intersection of the world's deep need and your deep joy.

Theology, like fiction, is largely autobiographical.