When I am exhausted and I cannot endure a moment’s more compassion, a moment’s more mercy, a moment’s more sacrifice, somehow, I find a moment more. That must come from God, for I have often come to the end of myself.
True obedience to God always leads to love. If we do not love, our obedience is mistaken.
When I have truly loved, there is someone who will hate me for it. I know when someone hates me that I must be loving the one who really needs it.
Love is often confused with desire. True love looks at the undesirable and we become beautiful, majestic. Once true love has touched, only then will others see our worth. But love always comes first.
I often speak to a person what I see they will become, rather than who they are. I speak the truth that I wish to be a prophecy. They might say to me, “You don’t know who I am.” But I do. I know the seed that hides deep within them.
Those who only look at someone’s past and judge them by that does not know the human being. Because human beings never stay the same. We should judge a person by who they will be, not who they were. Who a person will be depends upon their hope.
Some people hate themselves because they belong to a group of the hated. We need to open their eyes to show them the love of God, who holds the hated and restores them. The outcast should never believe society. But society’s lies strike the heart, and beat it.
When I was young my zeal for God that I prayed, “Squeeze out my life like juice from pulp.” When God answered my prayer I realized I had nothing left. Then God stared to use me.
The people who tell you to slow down, to be wise, to be cautious are fools. Unless we jump into action, we will never do anything.
It is almost always better to ask forgiveness than permission. (But don’t tell my kids that.)
Silence is my garden and gardens nurture my soul. It wasn’t until I had vanquished my youthful energy that I understood this.
One of the greatest loves I have been able to give is to look into the eyes of a grieving person, listen to her sorrow and say, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry this had to happen to you.” Yes, she will weep. But I know it is the beginning of healing.
I am an arrogant son of a bitch (sorry, mom). I manipulate people because I think I know what’s better for them than they do. I am full of pride. But I also really care about people. I don’t know, in any given moment, if I am blessed or damned. Probably somewhere in the middle.
I gave the poorest of the poor more than I had. I probably gave to my children less than they deserved. I know that I often had nothing left to give to my wife. Some call me a saint. It is my wife who is the saint. I’m just working.