You cannot be a Christian without being a mystic.
Truth grew in my mind like a fungus, and though I tried to sleep it out, there was no resisting the epiphanies.
When one of my friends becomes a Christian, which happens about every 10 years because I am a sheep about sharing my faith, the experience is euphoric. I see in their eyes the trueness of the story.
By accepting God’s love for us, we fall in love with Him, and only then do we have the fuel we need to obey.
I need for there to be something bigger than me. I need someone to put awe inside me; I need to come second to someone who has everything figured out.
Passion about nothing is like pouring gasoline in a car without wheels. It isn’t going to lead anybody anywhere.
Even our beliefs have become trend statements.
There are things you cannot understand, and you must learn to live with this. Not only must you learn to live with this, you must learn to enjoy this.
I think the things we want most in life, the things we think will set us free, are not the thing we need.
I think life is staggering and we’re just too used to it.
I know, from the three visits I made to him, the blended composite of love and fear that exists only in a boy’s notion of his father.
Even our beliefs have become trend statements. We don’t even believe things because we believe them anymore. We only believe things because they are cool things to believe.
I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.
We live on top of the created world, I think to myself, not in it.
There are two types of men in this world – one is looking for a woman to make his life complete and the other is looking for a woman to join his complete life.
Being a Christian is more like falling in love than understanding a series of ideas.
The early bird catches the worm. But I have never been one for worms. I am not sure what the late bird catches but I will feast with him today. Probably porridge.
I love to give to charity, but I don’t want to be charity. This is why I have so much trouble with grace.
Today I wonder why it is God refers to Himself as ‘Father’ at all. This, to me, in light of the earthly representation of the role, seems a marketing mistake.
My Sunday school teachers had turned Bible narrative into children’s fables. They talked about Noah and the ark because the story had animals in it. They failed to mention that this was when God massacred all of humanity.