Without great mountains we cannot reach great heights.

As a boy I heard this story in church. A man was patching a pitched roof of a tall building when he began sliding off. As he neared the edge of the roof he prayed, "Save me, Lord, and I'll go to church every Sunday, I'll give up drinking, I'll be the best man this city has ever known." As he finished his prayer, a nail snagged onto his overalls and saved him. The man looked up to the sky and shouted, "Never mind, God. I took care of it myself." How true of us.

To choose the path is to choose the destination, but sometimes it seems that the path is under our feet even before we know we're walking.

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]

The truest grace is not to forgive, but to have never found fault.

Rarely do we invest the time to open the book of another's life. When we do, we are usually surprised to find its cover so misleading and its reviews so flawed.

Forgiveness is the key to the heart's shackles.