The novelist helps us to see things we might not notice otherwise.

God understands. And God understands that part of us which is more than we think we are.

If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns.

The minute we begin to think we have all the answers, we forget the questions.

I rebel against death, yet I know that it is how I respond to death's inevitability that is going to make me less or more fully alive.

I knew that the moment I started worrying about whether or not I was good enough for the job, I wouldn't be able to do it.

What I believe is so magnificent, so glorious, that it is beyond finite comprehension. To believe that the universe was created by a purposeful, benign Creator is one thing. To believe that this Creator took on human vesture, accepted death and mortality, was tempted, betrayed, broken, and all for love of us, defies reason. It is so wild that it terrifies some Christians who try to dogmatize their fear by lashing out at other Christians, because tidy Christianity with all answers given is easier than one which reaches out to the wild wonder of God's love, a love we don't even have to earn.