This is the love of God, an alchemy that can turn enemies into children.

Most of the things we need to be most fully alive never come in busyness. They grow in rest.

Many of us are confessional giants but ethical midgets.

Sabbath's golden rule: Cease from what is necessary. Embrace that which gives life.

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.

Here lies the basic flaw of all doubt. It can never really be satisfied. No evidence is ever fully, finally enough. Doubt wants always to consume, never to consummate. It clamors endlessly for an answer and so drowns out any answer that might be given it.

Mindset of the man too busy: I am too busy BEING God to become LIKE God.