Jesus is apt to come, into the very midst of life at its most real and inescapable moments. Not in a blaze of unearthly light, not in the midst of a sermon, not in the throes of some kind of religious daydream, but...at supper time, or walking along a road...He never approached from on high, but always in the midst, in the midst of people, in the midst of real life and the questions that real life asks.

A Christian isn't necessarily any nicer than anybody else, just better informed.

Faith is stepping out into the unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.

To journey for the sake of saving our own lives is little by little to cease to live in any sense that really matters, even to ourselves, because it is only by journeying for the world's sake - even when the world bores and sickens and scares you half to death - that little by little we start to come alive.

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.

Don't let your life just go in one eye and out the other.

I don't know how to save my own life, so anything they've found in what I've written that saved theirs - I can't take responsibility for it.