As I was lying on a gurney in pre-op awaiting knee replacement surgery three days before Christmas, before the “happy drugs” were administered, I noticed a painting on the wall beside the gurney. It was rather nondescript, a field of blue flowers in a garden of rocks...
…when the time comes to enter the darkness in which we are naked and helpless and alone; in which we see the insufficiency of our greatest strength and the hollowness of our strongest virtue; in which we have nothing to rely on, and nothing in our nature to support...
I would rather live on the verge of falling and let my security be in the all-sufficiency of the grace of God than to live in some kind of pietistic illusion of moral excellence. My faith isn't in the idea that I'm more moral than anybody else. My faith is in the idea...
Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
The problem with accepting truth as it comes to us rather than truth as we divine it for ourselves is that it's not worth dying for--and we don't. It becomes a patina of ideas inside of which we live our lives without passion, without care. This kind of faith happens...
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
Surrender to what is.Let go of what was.Have faith in what will be.
It is easy to bow heads around a tableful of food and family this week and voice words of gratitude. It is more faithful — as followers of Jesus — to do so with a renewed commitment to expressing ongoing gratitude through generosity. Gratitude-driven generosity...
Faith is a word that describes the direction our feet start moving when we find that we are loved.
I've often said that those who say having a childlike faith means not asking questions haven't met too many children.