God Is A Kooky God Who Can

The Noonday Devil Of The Christian Life Is The Temptation To Lose The Inner Self While Preserving The Shell Of Edifying Behavior. Suddenly I Discover That I Am Ministering To Aids Victims To Enhance My Resume. I Find I Renounced Ice Cream For Lent To Lose Five Excess Pounds... I Have Fallen Victim To What T.s. Eliot Calls The Greatest Sin: To Do The Right Thing For The Wrong Reason.

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.

We Miss Jesus' Point Entirely When We Use His Words As Weapons Against Others.

May All Your Expectations Be Frustrated, May All Your Plans Be Thwarted, May All Your Desires Be Withered Into Nothingness, That You May Experience The Powerlessness And Poverty Of A Child And Sing And Dance In The Love Of God Who Is The Father, Son And Spirit.

If Asked Whether I Am Finally Letting God Love Me, Just As I Am, I Would Answer, 'no, But I'm Trying.