The apostle Paul never seemed to exhaust the topic of grace - what makes us think we can? He just kept coming at it and coming at it from another angle. That's the thing about grace. It's like springtime. You can't put it in a single sentence definition, and you can't exhaust it.

When words are most empty, tears are most apt.

God has no cousins, only children.

What is this love that endures decades, passes on sleep, and resists death to give one kiss? Call it agape love, a love that bears a semblance of God's.

Even though you may not understand how God works, you know he does.

God's present is his presence. His greatest gift is himself.

The duty of the branch is to cling to the vine.