This is the love of God, an alchemy that can turn enemies into children.
Physical sickness we usually defy. Soul sickness we often resign ourselves to.
All the wickedness in the world begins with an act of forgetting.
God gave us laughter, I think, as a balm to wash the wounds of our own blunders, as a splint to mend the bones we break in our rashness or vanity.
Sabbath's golden rule: Cease from what is necessary. Embrace that which gives life.
Busyness makes us stop caring about the things we care about.