Your stew, so long deferred, stands finally extra causas. Greet it as your fellow creature. It is as deliciously unnecessary as you are.

Even to this day, grace remains hard to swallow. Religiosity and moralism go down easier than free forgiveness.

The truth that makes us free is always ticking away like a time-bomb in the basement of everybody's church.

If God seems to be in no hurry to make the problem of evil go away, maybe we shouldn't be, either. Maybe our compulsion to wash God's hands for him is a service he doesn't appreciate. Maybe - all theodicies and nearly all theologians to the contrary - evil is where we meet God. Maybe he isn't bothered by showing up dirty for his dates with creation. Maybe - just maybe - if we ever solved the problem, we'd have talked ourselves out of a lover.

Grace cannot prevail...until our lifelong certainty that someone is keeping score has run out of steam and collapsed.

Only miracle is plain; it is in the ordinary that groans with the weight of glory.

Salvation is a gift given, not a bargain struck.