Do The Truth Quietly Without Display.

The Sorrow Of God Lies In Our Fear Of Him, Our Fear Of Life, And Our Fear Of Ourselves. He Anguishes Over Our Self-absorption And Self-sufficiency... God's Sorrow Lies In Our Refusal To Approach Him When We Sinned And Failed.

The Love Of Christ Embraces All Without Exception. Fire Of Love, Crazy Over What You Have Made. Oh, Divine Madman. (prayer Of Catherine Siena) Simply Do The Next Thing In Love. I Have No Sense Of Myself Apart From You. Quia Amasti Me, Fecisti Me Amabilem. (in Loving Me, You Made Me Lovable.)

The Ragamuffin Rabble Are The Unsung Assembly Of Saved Sinners Who Are Little In Their Own Sight, Conscious Of Their Brokenness And Powerlessness Before God, And Who Cast Themselves On His Mercy. Startled By The Extravagant Love Of God, They Do Not Require Success, Fame, Wealth, Or Power To Validate Their Worth. Their Spirit Transcends All Distinctions Between The Powerful And Powerless, Educated And Illiterate, Billionaires And Bag Ladies, High-tech Geeks And Low-tech Nerds, Males And Females, The Circus And The Sanctuary.

Let Us Be Bold Enough To Ask Ourselves As Christians Whether The Church Of The Lord Jesus In The United States Has Anything To Say To Our Nation And Its Ideologies Of Materialism, Possessiveness, And The Worship Of Financial Security. Are We Courageous Enough To Be A Sign Of Contradiction To Consumerism Through Our Living Faith In Jesus Christ? Are We Committed Enough To His Gospel To Become A Countercurrent To The Drift?

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.