When We Live In The Love Of

The Human Longings That Are Deep Inside Of Us Never Go Away. They Exist Across Cultures; They Exist Throughout Life. When People Were First Made, Our Deepest Longing Was To Know And Be Known. And After The Fall, When We All Got Weird, It's Still Our Deepest Longing - But It's Now Also Our Deepest Fear.

True Joy, As It Turns Out, Comes Only To Those Who Have Devoted Their Lives To Something Greater Than Personal Happiness. This Is Most Visible In Extraordinary Lives, In Saints And Martyrs. But It Is No Less True For Ordinary People Like Us.

Normally, If Someone's Legacy Will Outlast Their Life, It's Apparent When They Die. On The Day When Alexander The Great, Or Caesar Augustus, Or Napoleon, Or Socrates, Or Muhammad Died, Their Reputations Were Immense. When Jesus Died, His Tiny, Failed Movement Appeared Clearly At An End.

The Miracle Of Sunday Is That A Dead Man Lives. The Miracle Of Saturday Is That The Eternal Son Of God Lies Dead.

Greatness Is Never Achieved Through Indecision.