There are men I could spend eternity with. But not this life.

The Christian religion asks us to put our trust not in ideas, and certainly not in ideologies, but in a God Who was vulnerable enough to become human and die, and Who desires to be present to us in our ordinary circumstances.

But in order to have an adult faith, most of us have to outgrow and unlearn much of what we were taught about religion.

Laundry, liturgy and women's work all serve to ground us in the world, and they need not grind us down. Our daily tasks, whether we perceive them as drudgery or essential, life-supporting work, do not define who we are as women or as human beings.

For grace to be grace, it must give us things we didn't know we needed and take us places where we didn't know we didn't want to go. As we stumble through the crazily altered landscape of our lives, we find that God is enjoying our attention as never before.

Traversing a slow page, to come upon a lode of the pure shining metal is to exult inwardly for greedy hours.

Disconnecting from change does not recapture the past. It loses the future.