That Which Is Denied Cannot Be Healed.

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.

The Way Of Trust Is A Movement Into Obscurity, Into The Undefined, Into Ambiguity, Not Into Some Predetermined, Clearly Delineated Plan For The Future. The Next Step Discloses Itself Only Out Of A Discernment Of God Acting In The Desert Of The Present Moment. The Reality Of Naked Trust Is The Life Of The Pilgrim Who Leaves What Is Nailed Down, Obvious, And Secure, And Walks Into The Unknown Without Any Rational Explanation To Justify The Decision Or Guarantee The Future. Why? Because God Has Signaled The Movement And Offered It His Presence And His Promise.

The Christian With Depth Is The Person Who Has Failed And Who Has Learned To Live With It.

The Gospel Declares That No Matter How Dutiful Or Prayerful We Are, We Can't Save Ourselves. What Jesus Did Was Sufficient.

Be Daring Enough To Be Different, Humble Enough To Make Mistakes, Wild Enough To Be Burnt In The Fire Of Love, Real Enough To Make Others See How Phony You Are.