We are narrative creatures, and we need narrative nourishment-nar rative catechisms.

Every four years, I'll watch figure skating, but I'm no closer to buying tights.

It is hard to stay focused with so much swirling around me. God is distracting. He never stops talking, and I can never stop listening. There is a reason we sleep.

After a few mouthfuls of moon-flavored air, even the stubbornly drowsy can find themselves wide-eyed.. All the normal noises of life were gone, leaving behind the secretive sounds, the shy sounds, the whispers and conversations of moss disputing with grass over some soft piece of earth, or the hummingbird snoring.

Caves and darkness can't hold you when you die, they can only hold your bones.

Live Like a Narnian: Christian Discipleship in C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles

In the Darwinian world, self-preservation is the ultimate shiny good.