A Silent Lover Is One Who Doesn't

The Christian Religion Is Not About The Soul; It Is About Man, Body And All, And About The World Of Things With Which He Was Created, And In Which He Is Redeemed. Don’t Knock Materiality. God Invented It.

Give Us This Day Our Daily Taste. Restore To Us Soups That Spoons Will Not Sink In And Sauces Which Are Never The Same Twice. Raise Up Among Us Stews With More Gravy Than We Have Bread To Blot It With... Give Us Pasta With A Hundred Fillings.

Grace Is The Celebration Of Life, Relentlessly Hounding All The Non-celebrants In The World. It Is A Floating, Cosmic Bash Shouting Its Way Through The Streets Of The Universe, Flinging The Sweetness Of Its Cassations To Every Window, Pounding At Every Door In A Hilarity Beyond All Liking And Happening, Until The Prodigals Come Out At Last And Dance, And The Elder Brothers Finally Take Their Fingers Out Of Their Ears.

A Silent Lover Is One Who Doesn't Know His Job.

I Like A Cook Who Smiles Out Loud When He Tastes His Own Work. Let God Worry About Your Modesty; I Want To See Your Enthusiasm.