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.
Courage encourages courage.
All the wickedness in the world begins with an act of forgetting.
This is the love of God, an alchemy that can turn enemies into children.
Many of us are confessional giants but ethical midgets.
Sometimes doubting is not a lack of faith, but an expression of it. Sometimes to doubt is to merely insist that God be taken seriously not frivolously, to insist that our faith is placed in and upheld by something other than seeming conjuring tricks.