Our sins are never too great for God to forgive.
Ultimate seriousness in not without a dose of humor.
When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.
Wherever there are sinners, the weak, the sorrowful, the poor in the world, that is where God goes.
God can make a new beginning with people whenever God pleases, but not people with God. Therefore, people cannot make a new beginning at all; they can only pray for one. Where people are on their own and live by their own devices, there is only the old, the past.
The church is not a religious community of worshippers of Christ but is Christ himself who has taken form among people.
We must be ready to allow ourselves to be interrupted by God. . . . . We must not. . . . . assume that our schedule is our own to manage, but allow it to be arranged by God.
He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.
Noise has taken the place of punk rock. People who play noise have no real aspirations to being part of the mainstream culture. Punk has been co-opted, and this subterranean noise music and the avant-garde folk scene have replaced it
It's hard to explaining exactly what happened, but I felt in that moment that the divine, however we may choose to define such a thing, surely dwells as much in the concrete and taxi cabs as it does in the rivers, lakes, and mountains. Grace, I realized, is neither time nor place dependent. All we need is the right soundtrack.
All there is responds to a word of praise. God responds. We respond. Everything responds. The whole world sparkles, quivers, comes alive. Things vibrate and are quickened. We vibrate and are quickened. Heaven and earth are in tune with us, and we are in tune with them. When we give praise, everything wants to give in return.