The human race is one big dysfunctional family.

The holiness of God is like a white light: pure, simple, complete. But when that light shines, as it were, through the prisms of individual human lives, it breaks into an infinite variety of colors... each one reveals a unique dimension of the divine holiness.

The ego-drama is nothing compared with the theo-drama. The fun begins when we let God write our stories.

Both total accommodation to the culture and total resistance to it are usually signs of intellectual sickness.

Easter is an earthquake, an explosion. If you see it as less than that, you're not getting it.

We are exceptionally good at seeing the faults in others and exceptionally adept at ignoring the faults in ourselves.

I don't think we'll understand Advent correctly until we see it as a preparation for a revolution.