We find by losing. We hold fast by letting go. We become something new by ceasing to be something old.

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

The birth of Jesus made possible not just a new way of understanding life but a new way of living it.

He also said we should carve in the year and place where I was born, but I said no. As a man dies many times before he's dead, so does he wend from birth to birth until, by grace, he comes alive at last.

Without somehow destroying me in the process, how could God reveal himself in a way that would leave no room for doubt? If there were no room for doubt, there would be no room for me.

What makes you, in the deepest sense of the word, happy? That's what you should be doing, if the other part is also met - if it is something the world needs.

I'm a hopeless prayer. I think somewhere in there I spend a great deal of time at it.