I am only a little pencil in the hand of our Lord. He may cut or sharpen the pencil. He may write or draw whatever and whenever he wants. If the writing or drawing is good, we do not honor the pencil or the material that is used, but rather the one who used it.

‎We are already taking care of people from jail. Hundred and ten non-criminal women are already with us in Shantidhan (abode of peace).

Let us not love by words alone, but let us love until it hurts.

It was easier to deal with poverty and death in India that the lack of spirituality in America.

I have come to you, Jesus, to take your touch before I begin my day. Let your eyes rest upon my eyes for a while let me take to my work the assurance of your friendship. Fill my mind to last through the desert of noise. Let your blessed sunshine fill the peaks of my thoughts. And give me strength for those who need me.

Please don't kill the child. I want the child. Please give me the child. I am willing to accept any child who would be aborted and to give that child to a married couple who will love the child and be loved by the child.

My key to heaven is that I loved Jesus in the night.