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.
Keith MillerThe way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
Keith MillerThe whole Bible is the story of men and women trying to get back to God, to overcome that sin with sacrifices, good works, sermons, prophesy, witnessing, giving all kinds of things. It never worked
Keith Miller