The spirituality of wonder knows the world is charged with grace, that while sin and war, disease and death are terribly real, God’s loving presence and power in our midst are even more real.
I am wonderfully content with a God who does not deal with me as my sins deserve.
Today on planet Earth, may you experience the wonder and beauty of yourself as Abba’s Child and temple of the Holy Spirit through Jesus Christ.
In every encounter we either give life or we drain it; there is no neutral exchange.
To lend each other a hand when we’re falling, perhaps that’s the only work that matters in the end.
Hope knows that if great trials are avoided great deeds remain undone and the possibility of growth into greatness of soul is aborted.
When absolute control and rigid obedience pose as love within the family and the local faith-community, we produce trained cowards rather than Christian persons.
The temptation of the age is to look good without being good.
Our hearts of stone become hearts of flesh when we learn where the outcast weeps.
We have been given God in our souls and Christ in our flesh. We have the power to believe where others deny, to hope where others despair, to love where others hurt.
For me the most radical demand of Christian faith lies in summoning the courage to say yes to the present risenness of Jesus Christ.
The dominant characteristic of an authentic spiritual life is the gratitude that flows from trust.
Our culture says that ruthless competition is the key to success. Jesus says that ruthless compassion is the purpose of our journey.
Reality, truth, and Jesus Christ are incredibly open-ended.
Trust is that rare and priceless treasure that wins us the affection of our heavenly Father.
When a man or woman is truly honest, it is virtually impossible to insult them personally.
At Sunday worship, as in every dimension of our existence, many of us pretend to believe we are sinners. Consequently, all we can do is pretend we have been forgiven. As a result, our whole spiritual life is pseudo-repentance and pseudo-bliss.
Those who have the disease called Jesus will never be cured.
God not only loves me as I am, but also knows me as I am. Because of this I don’t need to apply spiritual cosmetics to make myself presentable to Him. I can accept ownership of my poverty and powerlessness and neediness.
How glorious the splendor of a human heart that trusts that it is loved!