I remember when I was a little boy my father didn't love me; he couldn't. He loved my older brother but he couldn't love me somehow, at least not in a way I could understand it.

My only hope to receive love is to let you see who I am, then I may believe you.

I've seen batting all over the world. And in other countries too

A forest is mystery but the desert is truth. Life pared to the bone.

We religious controllers control in the name of Jesus and it is really painful to people

I am discovering that in trying to find God's will and the shape of the Christian life I have begun an adventure so great that its total completion will always be ahead.

I am deeply a part of the problem for which Christ died.