It remains a startling story to those who never understand that the men and women who are truly filled with light are those who have gazed deeply into the darkness of their imperfect existence.
-Brennan Manning
It remains a startling story to those who never understand that the men and women who are truly filled with light are those who have gazed deeply into the darkness of their imperfect existence.
-Brennan Manning
We cannot live unaffected by love.
We are the most alive when we find it,
and the most devastated when we lose it.
Most empty when we give up on it,
most inhumane when we betray it
and most passionate when we pursue it.
The human story seems driven by the insanity of the pursuit of love.
-Erwin McManus
Life isn’t about what happens to us; it’s about how we perceive what happens to us.
-Unknown
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don’t try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.
-Lao Tzu
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
-from Gitanjali written by Rabindranath Tagore
Whether we are reading the Bible for the first time or standing in a field in Israel next to a historian and an archaeologist and a scholar, the Bible meets us where we are. That is what truth does.
— Rob Bell (Velvet Elvis: Repainting the Christian Faith)
Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
-George Bernard Shaw
He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
-from Love in the Time of Cholera