Life is an exercise in the development of feeling. When we repress feelings, we become sour and judgmental. When we live awash in great feeling over small things, we become jaded long before we have even begun to enjoy. When feelings are in balance they sweeten long days and great distances with gratitude and hope.

Compassion is not sympathy. Compassion is mercy. It is a commitment to take responsibility for the suffering of others.

A life of value is not a series of great things well done; it is a series of small things consciously done.

The spiritual task of life is to feed hope. Hope is not something to be found outside of us. It lies in the spiritual life we cultivate within. The whole purpose of wrestling with life is to be transformed into the self we are meant to become, to step out of the confines of our false securities and allow our creating God to go on creating. In us.

Precisely because of the greatness of God, we don't have to be great at all. Just in awe.

We talk religion in a world that worships the bread but does not distribute it, that practices ritual rather than righteousness, that confesses but does not repent.

No one finds time for prayer. You either take time for it or you don't get it.