I know the theological answers, but do my blood and my pulse?

...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ.

Joy is the realest reality, the fullest life, and joy is always given, never grasped. God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy.

Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant—a seed—this plants the giant miracle.

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.

Simplicity is ultimately a matter of focus.

Eucharisteo—thanksgiving—always precedes the miracle.

Thanksgiving-giving thanks in everything-prepares the way that God might show us His fullest salvation in Christ.

Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.

Satan prowls but he’s a lion on a leash

The Universe supports doers.

Life is not about finding your true self, but creating who you wish to be.

My father was predisposed to drunken rages. I would hide under the bed. My sister and I were talking just the other day about the terror a drunken man in a rage can create in a child.

What if what made me do all those things everyone thought I shouldn't have done was what also had got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?

You are a cynical man, Mr. Pleasant." "We live in cynical times, Miss Cain.

You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

A good apprentice cook must be as polite with the dishwasher as with the chef.

The hands of the guilty don't necessarily tremble; only in stories does a dropped glass betray agitation. Tension is more often shown in the studied action.

Maybe we can change some kid's life & stop him from becoming a welder or a sleazy lawyer.

I think for a young journalist, it's better to write for the Web at the moment than it is for print