Grace Can And Does Have A History.

Only In Love Can I Find You, My God. In Love The Gates Of My Soul Spring Open, Allowing Me To Breathe A New Air Of Freedom And Forget My Own Petty Self. In Love My Whole Being Streams Forth Out Of The Rigid Confines Of Narrowness And Anxious Self-assertion, Which Make Me A Prisoner Of My Own Poverty Emptiness. In Love All The Powers Of My Soul Flow Out Toward You, Wanting Never More To Return, But To Lose Themselves Completely In You, Since By Your Love You Are The Inmost Center Of My Heart, Closer To Me Than I Am To Myself.

Childhood Is Not A State Which Only Applies To The First Phase Of Our Lives In The Biological Sense. Rather It Is A Basic Condition Which Is Always Appropriate To A Life That Is Lived Aright.

In The Midst Of Our Lives, Of Our Freedom And Our Struggles, We Have To Make A Radical, Absolute Decision. And We Never Know When Lightening Will Strike Us Out Of The Blue. It May Be When We Least Expect To Be Asked Whether We Have The Absolute Faith And Trust To Say Yes

The Dead Are Silent Because They Live, Just As We Chatter So Loudly To Try To Make Ourselves Forget That We Are Dying. Their Silence Is Really Their Call To Me, The Assurance Of Their Immortal Love For Me.

Grace Is Everywhere As An Active Orientation Of All Created Reality Toward God.