Real Freedom Is Freedom From The Opinions

The Splendor Of A Human Heart That Trusts It Is Loved Unconditionally Gives God More Pleasure Than Westminster Cathedral, The Sistine Chapel, Beethoven’s “ninth Symphony”, Van Gogh’s “sunflowers”, The Sight Of 10,000 Butterflies In Flight, Or The Scent Of A Million Orchids In Bloom. Trust Is Our Gift Back To God, And He Finds It So Enchanting That Jesus Died For Love Of It.

By And Large, The Gospel Of Grace Is Neither Proclaimed, Understood, Nor Lived.

When I Get Honest, I Admit I Am A Bundle Of Paradoxes. I Believe And I Doubt, I Hope And Get Discouraged, I Love And I Hate, I Feel Bad About Feeling Good, I Feel Guilty About Not Feeling Guilty. I Am Trusting And Suspicious. I Am Honest And I Still Play Games. Aristotle Said I Am A Rational Animal; I Say I Am An Angel With An Incredible Capacity For Beer.

Hope Your Wildest Hopes, Dream Your Maddest Dreams, Imagine Your Most Fantastic Fantasies. Where Your Hopes And Your Dreams And Your Imagination Leave Off, The Love Of My Heavenly Father Only Begins.

For Several Centuries, The Celtic Church Of Ireland Was Spared The Greek Dualism Of Matter And Spirit. They Regarded The World With The Clear Vision Of Faith. When A Young Celtic Monk Saw His Cat Catch A Salmon Swimming In Shallow Water, He Cried, "the Power Of The Lord Is In The Paw Of The Cat!