I rejected the church for a time because I found so little grace there. I returned because I found grace nowhere else.

The world thirsts for grace. When grace descends, the world falls silent before it.

I have learned that faith means trusting in advance what will make sense only in reverse.

If my activism, however well-motivated, drives out love, then I have misunderstood Jesus’ gospel. I am stuck with law, not the gospel of grace.

Prayer unfolds in the stillness of the soul.

True healing, of deep connective tissue, takes place in community. Where is God when it hurts? Where God's people are.

All of the images of Jesus and of the kingdom are small things: be a light in the darkness.