The way we are, we are members of each other. All of us. Everything. The difference ain't in who is a member and who is not, but in who knows it and who don't.

She cried easily. Evidence that she felt much, and most often for other people. A rare and beauty filled gift.

As strange as it sounds, broken people are fixed by other broken people. It's God's economy.

Identity does not grow out of action until it has taken root in belonging.

Indifference is the curse of this age. Indifference is evil, and it couldn't be farther from the heart of God. Afterword - On Digging a Well p. 359

A song is a light we shine on others, not a light we shine on us.

Sometimes the most courageous thing a man can do is run back across the battlefield and rescue the wounded.

Indifference is the curse of this age. We need to hear that. Indifference is evil, and it could not be further from the heart of God.

You hang around people long enough and you learn their tells. Pain has a way of exiting the body, and most will let you know when it's on its way out. Seldom do they know what their "tell" is telling you. Most often it's silent. Sometimes it can be loud. However it comes out, it leaves a trail. Jittery fingers. Itchy skin. Headaches. Always tired. Always hungry. There are hundreds, I guess.

I love them without trying to change them. I look at their suffering, their hopelessness, and while I'd like to wave a hand and fix it, I can't, so I do what I can... Climb down in their misery and love them where they are... People would much rather die holding someone's hand than live alone.

And just as we desperately need it from Jesus, there are people who, whether they know it or not, need that gift from us.

I would go to the deeps a hundred times to cheer a downcast spirit. It is good for me to have been afflicted, that I might know how to speak a word in season to one that is weary.