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."
Too often we enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.
At the heart of each of us is a compelling hunger for ways to live and be in relationship that are genuine. Too often we choose ways that enslave rather than free us, and so it is with churches as well. What the world longs for are people and churches who have found...
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all which have the potential to turn a life around.
Too often the weight of the Christian movement has been on the side of the strong and the powerful and against the weak and oppressed--this, despite the Gospel. from Jesus and the Disinherited