Don't keep putting your anger off. Until you go through it, you can't get out of it.

Behind the violence of the birthing of galaxies and stars and planets came a quiet and tender melody, a gentle love song. All the raging of creation, the continuing hydrogen explosions on the countless suns, the heaving of planetary bodies, all was enfolded in a patient, waiting love.

When the bright angel dominates, out comes a great work of art, a Michelangelo David or a Beethoven symphony.

We do learn and develop when we are exposed to those who are greater than we are. Perhaps this is the chief way we mature.

Only Christ can free us from the prison of legalism, and then only if we are willing to be freed.

You don't want him for a reason. You want him because he's your father.

But unless we are creators, we are not fully alive.