Blessed are the agnostics. Blessed are they who doubt. Those who aren’t sure, who can still be surprised. Blessed are they who are spiritually impoverished and therefore not so certain about everything that they no longer take in new information. Blessed are those who...
I cannot tell you how the light comes. What I know is that it is more ancient than imagining. That it travels across an astounding expanse to reach us. That it loves searching out what is hidden what is lost what is forgotten or in peril or in pain. I cannot tell you...
Once upon a time...there was a simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated...
Perhaps the path or method of soul search is merely recognition that all our acts of knowledge are attempts to remember what we once knew, but we have forgotten. Perhaps all of our attempts are sacred actions whose profound motive is salvation or redemption. Perhaps...
Be careful with your words. They can only be forgiven, not forgotten.
We have been the recipients of the choicest bounties of heaven. We have been preserved, these many years, in peace and prosperity. We have grown in numbers, wealth, and power, as no nation has ever grown. But we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious hand...
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.