Still, despite all our noise, this universe hinges on a melody, that’s the dismal truth of it. Oh, we can propagandize all we wish, it doesn’t change the fabric of things. This universe was not made for the fallen, only the redeemed.

Without God, reality is madness. Reason will tell you so. You either madly trust in God, or you trust in a world gone mad without him.

Still, despite all our noise, this universe hinges on a melody, that’s the dismal truth of it. Oh, we can propagandize all we wish, it doesn’t change the fabric of things. This universe was not made for the fallen, only the redeemed.

When their minds mingle with His magnanimity, something of eternity rubs off on their imaginations.

Your suffering only matters if it connects you to the suffering of others, if it heals them too.

They want explanation, not faith; God gives them faith as the explanation.

In every human act of charity, something larger, greater, divine has come down to visit the act.