Remember Me Not For The Ill I've

In New England, Especially, [faith] Is Like Sex. It's Very Personal. You Don't Bring It Out And Talk About It.

Doubts Are The Ants In The Pants Of Faith. They Keep It Awake And Moving.

What Makes Me A Believer Is That From Time To Time, Going Back Almost As Far As My Memory Will Go Back, There Have Been Glimpses I've Had. Sometimes Literally A Glimpse Which Made Me Suspect The Presence Of Something Extraordinary And Beyond The Realm Of The Immediate. That's What I Think A Lot Of What My Writing Has Been, My Preaching Has Been - Trying To Listen To That Voice Again, To See Those Moments Again.

... In The Long Run, There Can Be No Joy For Anybody Until There Is Joy Finally For Us All

The World Says, The More You Take, The More You Have. Christ Says, The More You Give, The More You Are.