It might be an awfully long road sometimes, but love is awfully long on patience all of the time.

Love understands that if we’re not giving ourselves away what we’re doing is constantly throwing ourselves away.

It’s not that love falls to the power of pain. Rather, it’s that pain is shaped by power of love.

To die for the very thing that you’re saving is far less a death and far more what it is to live.

To sacrifice myself is the most radical way that I can exchange what I’ve become for what I was supposed to become.

What in the world would drive an author to write his own death into the script, and then sentence himself to that very death by turning his fiction into fact? The fact is, you and I are that ‘what the world.

I look at a baby born in a manger and I ask, “Would I be willing to do that?” And the fact that I’m not evidences the need for Christmas.

The greatest gifts of all create space for the greatest sacrifices imaginable. For if we simply receive something that does not press us to give something in return, we will die fat with possessions but starved of meaning.

Sacrifice is the giving of self so that I don’t die in the service of self.