Sometimes, as in a great novel, you cannot see until you get to the end that God was leaving clues for you all along.

Sometimes, as in a great novel, you cannot see until you get to the end that God was leaving clues for you all along.

There are a few people out there with whom you fit just so, and, amazingly, you keep fitting just so even after you have growth spurts or lose weight or stop wearing high heels. You keep fitting after you have children or change religions or stop dyeing your hair or quit your job at Goldman Sachs and take up farming. Somehow, God is gracious enough to give us a few of those people, people you can stretch into, people who don't go away, and whom you wouldn't want to go away, even if they offered.

In observing the Sabbath, one is both giving a gift to God and imitating Him.

Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt, or whether, graciously, my doubt is riddled with faith. And yet I continue to live in a world the way a religious person lives in the world; I keep living in a world that I know to be enchanted, and not left alone. I doubt; I am uncertain; I am restless, prone to wander. And yet glimmers of holy keep interrupting my gaze.

My job [as a teacher] is to love the Scriptures in public. And then sit down.

Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt or whether, graciously, my doubt is riddled with faith.