Read And Re-read--"re-reading, We Always Find A

Grief Is Like A Long Valley, A Winding Valley Where Any Bend May Reveal A Totally New Landscape.

Poetry Too Is A Little Incarnation, Giving Body To What Had Been Before Invisible And Inaudible.

When We Are Such As He Can Love Without Impediment, We Shall In Fact Be Happy.

I Think We Must Attack -- Wherever We Meet It -- The Nonsensical Idea That Mutually Exclusive Propositions About God Can Both Be True.

When We Christians Behave Badly, Or Fail To Behave Well, We Are Making Christianity Unbelievable To The Outside World