We can only lose what we have first claimed.

As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

Can you ever forgive me? I already have. How could you? I don't deserve it. That's what makes it love.

If God came to save the world, why are so many of His professed followers intent on damning it?

Every life can be learned from, as either a flame of hope or a cautionary flare.

Psychologists tested the story of the Good Samaritan. What they learned gives us reason to pause. The greatest determinant of who stopped to help the stranger in need was not compassion, morality, or religious creed. It was those who had the time. Makes me wonder if I have time to do good.

There are none so impoverished as those who do not acknowledge the abundance of their lives