Real Faith Is Refined In The Fires

Love Is Not A Word That Describes My Feelings; It Is Not A Technique By Which I Fulfill My Needs; It Is Not An Ideal, Abstract And Pure, On Which I Meditate Or Discourse. It Is Acting In Correspondence With Or In Response To God In Relation To Persons.

The Life Of Faith Isn't Meant For Tourists. It's Meant For Pilgrims.

The Way Of Jesus Cannot Be Imposed Or Mapped — It Requires An Active Participation In Following Jesus As He Leads Us Through Sometimes Strange And Unfamiliar Territory, In Circumstances That Become Clear Only In The Hesitations And Questionings, In The Pauses And Reflections Where We Engage In Prayerful Conversation With One Another And With Him.

When You Are Part Of A Megachurch You Have No Responsibility To Anybody Else.

Pity Is One Of The Noblest Emotions Available To Human Beings; Self-pity Is Possibly The Most Ignoble . . . . [it] Is An Incapacity, A Crippling Emotional Disease That Severely Distorts Our Perception Of Reality . . . A Narcotic That Leaves Its Addicts Wasted And Derelict.