It was the affection of Christ, not the brutality of a town, that healed Zacchaeus.

I hear addicts talk about the shakes and panic attacks and the highs and lows of resisting their habit, and to some degree I understand them because I have had…

It comforts me to think that if we are created beings, the thing that created us would have to be greater than us, so much greater, in fact, that we would not …

The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: Life is a story about me.

I was dead. I was a woman who had divorced her soul. I was living apart from this self which you now see. I belonged to all men, and to none. They called me ha…

The Prodigal Son at least walked home on his own feet. But who can duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought in kicking,…

Love: 'There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.'