It might not be about perfection. Rather, it may be that that which is imperfect is that which has the most character.

I am thankful that there are those among us who have sacrificed dearly on behalf of us. And I ardently pray to God that I might be less like myself and more like them.

It’s not about my reflection. It’s about what’s being reflected in my reflection. And frankly, I find that it’s easy to focus on the former, but the latter makes me want to smash mirrors.

To forgo every achievement that would demand the sacrifice of our character is by far one of the greatest achievements of all.

I’m not interested in what you say. I’m interested in what you do. But more than that, I’m interested in what you do when no one else is there to see it but you. And because I will never witness those moments, I hope that you do.

Character is holding to our integrity when everyone around us is holding on to everything except their integrity and pressing us to do the same.

It’s not about what we do today. It’s about who we are everyday.

We’ve yet to comprehend the impervious reality that to gain ‘life’ we have to do the most scandalous thing imaginable, and that is to work ‘against’ the whole of our humanity and give everything away. And yet to give everything away is to work ‘with’ the whole of God’s character.

When she was frustrated with us Mom used to say, ‘You weren’t born in a barn!’ But the way I sometimes acted often made me wonder if I’d been born in a barn that collapsed long before I had ever gotten out of it.