You are valuable because you exist. Not because of what you do or what you have done - but simply because you are.

That's what I'm hoping we can all do, is come together in a spirit of prayer.

There is no way our little minds can comprehend the love of God. But that didn't keep him from coming.

I think there is, not in the sense that I enjoy it, but that it's an important question. It's the question, "Does the presence of pain mean God doesn't care? Does God not love me anymore?" I think that's a very common connection we tend to make.

He came, not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but as one whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy carpenter. God tapped humanity on its collective shoulder, "Pardon me," he said, and eternity interrupted time, divinity interrupted carnality, and heaven interrupted the earth in the form of a baby. Christianity was born in one big heavenly interruption.

On the eve of the cross, Jesus made his decision. He would rather go to hell for you than go to heaven without you.

Sometimes I wonder if we don't see Christ's love as much in the people he tolerated as in the pain he endured.