God is still in the business of coming down to earth: to this cubicle, this email, this room, this house, this job, this hospital room, this car, this bed, this vacation. Any place can become Bethel, the house of God. Cleveland, maybe. Or the chair you're sitting in as you read these words.

Our beliefs are not just estimates of probabilities. They are also the instruments that guide our actions.

Churches can become places of cynicism, resistance, and pessimism.

One of the great illusions of our time is that hurrying will buy us more time.

I don't have a problem with delegation. I love to delegate. I am either lazy enough, or busy enough, or trusting enough, or congenial enough, that the notion leaving tasks in someone else's lap doesn't just sound wise to me, it sounds attractive.

There is no way for a human being to come to God that does not involve surrender.

Habits eat good intentions for breakfast.