What's lost is nothing to what's found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.

Wherever people love each other and are true to each other and take risks for each other, God is with them and for them and they are doing God's will.

Faith in God is less apt to proceed from miracles than miracles from faith in God.

Like a house in the rain, books were havens of permanence and protection from whatever it was that as a child I needed protection from.

Maybe at the heart of all our traveling is the dream of someday, somehow, getting Home.

It's all so verbal in the Protestant church. You've heard these words a million times before. Maybe people are leaving the church because they find the church has nothing that they're looking for.

Think of these pages as graffiti maybe, and where I have scratched up in a public place my longings and loves, my grievances and indecencies, be reminded in private of your own. In that way, at least, we can hold a kind of converse.