Conversations with God, ingressions of grace, refractions of eternity.
Every time we pray, we improve the human condition more than any technology ever has or ever can.
She sits on a stool, opposite a man who appears to be her director. A table lies between them, providing a sense of distance and yet, something else, perhaps a sense of keen connection across that distance. She looks at him with narrow eyes, eyes narrowed by the intensity of the thought behind them, a sharp kind of receptivity in her manner.
I am bad. Actually bad. There are days when nothing gives me more pleasure than being bad. I want to do evil: it makes me feel good.
Preaching with words will bring some to Christ, but preaching with actions will bring everyone to Christ. The real good news is being the good news.
She exemplifies self-giving, in a manner far greater than anything I’ve ever done or really even ever aspired to do.
The space between A and B is big. Really big. In fact, the majority of our lives will be spent between these two points. Nothing lasts but change.
There is a certain mode of thought that considers a good sort of life to be a stable one, where you own your own piece of land, cultivate your own garden, and live as best you can off of what you yourself can produce. You will have a front porch with rocking chairs for conversations [...]