What I find distinct about gratitude in the wilderness is its simplicity -- the thankfulness I feel here is for what I usually take for granted... For the most part, gratitude here wells up unexpectedly, in the quiet corners of the day, over events small and ordinary....
Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts.
A mosaic consists of thousands of little stones. Each of us is like a little stone, but together we reveal the face of God to the world.
Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.
There is no reversingthis road.The path that bore you heregoes in one direction only,every step drawing youdown a wayby which you will notreturn.You thought arrivalwas everything,that your entire journeyended with kneelingin the placeyou had spent allto find.When you...
Now the Church is not wood and stone, but the company of believing people; one must hold to them, and see how they believe, live, and teach.
When Jesus talks about this Oneness, he is not speaking in an Eastern sense about an equivalency of being, such that I am in and of myself divine. What he more has in mind is a complete, mutual indwelling: I am in God, God is in you, you are in God, we are in each...
The reason we have 17,000 pages in our law books is because we cannot follow 10 lines on a tablet made of stone.
Let us not mock God with metaphor,analogy, sidestepping, transcendence;making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the faded credulity of earlier ages:let us walk through the door.The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache,not a stone in a story,but the vast rock...
Some communities are defined by proximity, structured of wood or stone or brick and bound by lines on a map. But the community of believers is made of holy, living stones cemented with the mortar of Christ’s love, crossing all lines, and having no permanent address.