To remember the past is to see that we are here today by grace, that we have survived as a gift.

True faith, a simple life, a helping hand- the three things prized most in Heaven.

Like Buddha under the Bo tree, Jesus, on his tree, has his eyes closed too. The difference is this. The pain and sadness of the world that Buddha's eyes close out is the pain and sadness of the world that the eyes of Jesus close in.

If it seems a childish thing to do, do it in remembrance that you are a child.

. . . [T]o live not with hands clenched to grasp, to strike, to hold tight to a life that is always slipping away the more tightly we hold it, but . . . to live with the hands stretched out both to give and receive with gladness.

I've written a lot of autobiography, which also involved listening.

Your vocation in life is where your greatest joy meets the world's greatest need.