Perhaps You See, Therefore, Why I Think

Man Was Made To Lead With His Chin; He Is Worth Knowing Only With His Guard Down, His Head Up And His Heart Rampant On His Sleeve.

You Can Fold Up Spiritually, Morally, Or Intellectually And Still Be Safe. Because At The Very Worst, All You Can Be Is Dead —and For Him Who Is The Resurrection And The Life, That Just Makes You His Cup Of Tea.

Even To This Day, Grace Remains Hard To Swallow. Religiosity And Moralism Go Down Easier Than Free Forgiveness.

Only Miracle Is Plain; It Is In The Ordinary That Groans With The Weight Of Glory.

Your Stew, So Long Deferred, Stands Finally Extra Causas. Greet It As Your Fellow Creature. It Is As Deliciously Unnecessary As You Are.