For me, prayer is not so much me setting out a shopping list of requests for God to consider as it is a way of keeping company with God.

When I pray for another person, I am praying for God to open my eyes so that I can see that person as God does, and then enter into the stream of love that God already directs toward that person.

I have learned that faith means trusting in advance what will make sense only in reverse.

Yet as I read the birth stories about Jesus I cannot help but conclude that though the world may be tilted toward the rich and powerful, God is tilted toward the underdog.

In a nutshell, the Bible from Genesis 3 to Revelation 22 tells the story of a God reckless with desire to get his family back.

Grace, like water, flows to the lowest part.

The proof of spiritual maturity is not how pure you are but awareness of your impurity. That very awareness opens the door to grace.

Any discussion of how pain and suffering fit into God's scheme ultimately leads back to the cross.

No one ever converted to Christianity because they lost the argument.

In the stories of extravagant grace given to us by Jesus, there are no loopholes disqualifying us from God's love.

I doubt God keeps track of how many arguments we win; God may indeed keep track of how well we love.

Courage is being yourself in a world that almost seems to endorse conformity.

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Going out of the way for a customer increases sales.

You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.

Never had a ska phase, but I was in a very grunge-like rock band that awkwardly had an alto sax in it.

Every action in company ought to be with some sign of respect to those present.

One withers, another grows.

You never know when it is your last game or your last tournament.

I remember, especially like when I was in high school, going to see like Dawn of the Dead and it was like mayhem in the theater and you could barely even watch the movie. It was so fun.

Ordinary fortune-tellers tell you what you want to happen; witches tell you what’s going to happen whether you want it to or not. Strangely enough, witches tend to be more accurate but less popular.