If your Christianity causes you to mock people with disabilities... If your Christianity causes you to mock the genuine expressions of emotion and love... If your Christianity causes you to mock men who cry... Your Christianity has nothing to do with Jesus.
There was a moment when Moses had the nerve to ask God what his name is. God was gracious enough to answer, and the name he gave is recorded in the original Hebrew as YHWH. Over time we’ve arbitrarily added an “a” and an “e” in there to get YaHWeH, presumably because...
Repentance is not when you cry. Repentance is not when you promise. Repentance is when you change.
I understand now that I'm not a mess, but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often. I say, "for the same reason I laugh so often--because I'm paying attention."
Do not ask your childrento strive for extraordinary lives.Such striving may seem admirable,but it is the way of foolishness. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life.Show them the joy of tasting tomatoes, apples, and pears.Show them how...
The reality of Advent isn't that we are waiting for the birth of the Christ-Child. The Christ-Child is here and is waiting for us to come. He is crying out to us from the border. He is calling to us from the voices of the poor. He is shouting out to us from prison.
There are 86,400 seconds in a day. It's up to you to decide what to do with them.” “To me there are three things everyone should do every day. Number one is laugh. Number two is think -- spend some time time in thought. Number three, you should have your emotions move...
When the church hears the cry of the oppressed it cannot but denounce the social structures that give rise to and perpetuate the misery from which the cry arises.
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, was walking through a park one day in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet...
We’ve got to stop crying, and start sweating; stop talking, and start walking. Working together with our common faith, we cannot fail.