The changing seasons of circumstance can melt away stretches of our lives like frost in the warmth of spring.

An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.

The people in our lives are like cards in a deck. At different times we draw, hold, and discard, but, in the end, we don't really know the cards' value until life calls our hand.

Change is not what we expect from religious people. They tend to love the past more than the present or the future.

Neither past nor future generations can serve God's purpose in this generation. Only we can.

You start with your 1 and then you suspend judgment on what you're doing, because you don't know what you have when you start. When you are constantly judging what you're doing, you aren't here. You aren't present. You are standing outside of your life, looking in, observing. The time for judgement will come at some point, but in the moment, you have only the 1. And then the 2. And then the 3...

But reading the Bible, you learn that it's not about trying to be something you're not—it's about learning to see the movement and motion and possibilities right in the midst of whatever world you find yourself in. We're not living in the first century or the ancient Near East—we're here, now. At this time. In this world.

The world is free to be a world. It's free to be beautiful and safe, and it's free to break your heart in a thousand ways. That free.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

poets are like baseball pitchers. both have their moments. the intervals are the tough things.

No, this is no beginning. Then an end? End is a gloomy word.