When you are unhappy, is there anything more maddening than to be told that you should be contented with your lot?

But it is daily tasks, daily acts of love and worship that serve to remind us that the religion is not strictly an intellectual pursuit, and these days it is easy to lose sight of that as, like our society itself, churches are becoming more politicized and polarized. Christian faith is a way of life, not an impregnable fortress made up of ideas; not a philosophy; not a grocery list of beliefs.

In middle age we are apt to reach the horrifying conclusion that all sorrow, all pain, all passionate regret and loss and bitter disillusionment are self-made

I write what I would like to read.

I am learning to see loneliness as a seed that, when planted deep enough, can grow into writing that goes back out into the world.

Only Christ could have brought us all together, in this place, doing such absurd but necessary things.

Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.