Most of us live in a fog. It's like life is a movie we arrived to 20 minutes late. You know something important seems to be going on. But we can't figure out the story. We don't know what part we're supposed to play or what the plot is.

Worship is the act of the abandoned heart adoring its God

We don't live in the Garden. We live far from Eden. Every life is full of heartaches. Every life, frankly, is unspeakably sad.

For after years of living in a cage, a lion no longer even believes it is a lion . . . and a man no longer believes he is a man.

How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone and narrow to be everything to someone? No, a woman’s function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is minute. (What’s Wrong with the World)

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

We don't see clearly because we don't see with the eyes of our heart.