When we look at a painting, or hear a symphony, or read a book, and feel more Named, then, for us, that work is a work of Christian art. But to look at a work of art and then to make a judgment as to whether or not it is art, and whether or not it is Christian, is presumptuous. It is something we cannot know in any conclusive way. We can know only if it speaks within our own hearts, and leads us to living more deeply with Christ in God.

That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along.

On the other side of pain, there is still love.

It strikes me as somewhat odd that the people who use God's name most frequently, both in life and in literature, usually don't believe in him.

Like and equal are two entirely different things.

I don't know if they're really like everybody else, or if they're able to pretend they are.

To be alive is to be vulnerable.