Though we deserve your wrath, you instead always give us compassion.

Beauty must mean something. God must know something about how beauty works on the human heart. He must have made us that way.

We want a just-my-size God, fluffy and approachable, without all those picky commandments. But once we get him down to teddy-bear size we find that he is powerless. He is not able to ease our suffering or comprehend our dark confusions; he does not have strength equal to our grief. A reduced God is no God at all.

Easter tells us of something children can’t understand, because it addresses things they don’t yet have to know: the weariness of life, the pain, the profound loneliness and hovering fear of meaninglessness.

Jesus didn’t come to save us just from the penalty of our sins; he came to save us from our sins – now, today, if we will only respond to the challenge and let him.

God’s presence is not just Light, and Life, but Love. And Love invites, but does not compel.

No woman wants an abortion as she wants an ice cream cone or a Porsche. She wants an abortion as an animal caught in a trap wants to gnaw off its own leg.

Everyone wants to transform, but nobody wants to change.

Like an animal caught in a trap, trying to gnaw off its own leg, a woman who seeks abortion is trying to escape a desperate situation by an act of violence and self-loss. Abortion is not a sign that women are free, but a sign that they are desperate.

Abortion is not a sign that women are free, but a sign that they are desperate.