God Draws Straight With Crooked Lines.

We Are Born With Two Incurable Diseases, Life, From Which We Die, And Hope, Which Says Maybe Death Isn't The End.

We're Given Second Chances Every Day Of Our Life. We Don't Usually Take Them, But They're There For The Taking.

I Have Terrible Handwriting. I Now Say It's A Learning Disability... But A Nun Who Was A Very Troubled Woman Hit Me Over The Fingers With A Ruler Because My Writing Was So Bad.

As The Criminal, Sinful War In Iraq Enters Its Third Year, The President Goes To Europe To Heal The Wounds Between The United States And Its Former Allies, On His Own Terms Of Course.

When I Can Go Just Where I Want To Go, There Is A Copse Of Birch Trees That I Know; And, As In Eden Adam Walked With God, When In That Quiet Aisle My Feet Have Trod I Have Found Peace Among The Silver Trees, Known Comfort In The Cool Kiss Of The Breeze Heard Music In Its Whisper, And Have Known Most Certainly That I Was Not Alone!