All I Have Learned Through Trial And

What Makes The Kingdom Come Is Heartfelt Compassion: A Way Of Tenderness That Knows No Frontiers, No Labels, No Compartmentalizing, And No Sectarian Divisions.

The Kingdom Is Not An Exclusive, Well-trimmed Suburb With Snobbish Rules About Who Can Live There. No, It Is For A Larger, Homelier, Less Self-conscious Caste Of People Who Understand They Are Sinners Because They Have Experienced The Yaw And Pitch Of Moral Struggle.

A Trusting Heart Is Forgiven And, In Turn, Forgives.

The Deeper We Grow In The Spirit Of Jesus Christ, The Poorer We Become - The More We Realize That Everything In Life Is A Gift. The Tenor Of Our Lives Becomes One Of Humble And Joyful Thanksgiving. Awareness Of Our Poverty And Ineptitude Causes Us To Rejoice In The Gift Of Being Called Out Of Darkness Into Wondrous Light And Translated Into The Kingdom Of God's Beloved Son.

I Want Neither A Terrorist Spirituality That Keeps Me In A Perpetual State Of Fright About Being In Right Relationship With My Heavenly Father Nor A Sappy Spirituality That Portrays God As Such A Benign Teddy Bear That There Is No Aberrant Behavior Or Desire Of Mine That He Will Not Condone. I Want A Relationship With The Abba Of Jesus, Who Is Infinitely Compassionate With My Brokenness And At The Same Time An Awesome, Incomprehensible, And Unwieldy Mystery.