Stories Are Verbal Acts Of Hospitality.

God Made My Life Complete When I Placed All The Pieces Before Him. When I Got My Act Together, He Gave Me A Fresh Start. Now I'm Alert To God's Ways; I Don't Take God For Granted. Every Day I Review The Ways He Works; I Try Not To Miss A Trick. I Feel Put Back Together, And I'm Watching My Step. God Rewrote The Text Of My Life When I Opened The Book Of My Heart To His Eyes.

Every Call To Worship Is A Call Into The Real World.... I Encounter Such Constant And Widespread Lying About Reality Each Day And Meet With Such Skilled And Systematic Distortion Of The Truth That I'm Always In Danger Of Losing My Grip On Reality. The Reality, Of Course, Is That God Is Sovereign And Christ Is Savior. The Reality Is That Prayer Is My Mother Tongue And The Eucharist My Basic Food. The Reality Is That Baptism, Not Myers-briggs, Defines Who I Am.

The Only Opportunity You Will Ever Have To Live By Faith Is In The Circumstances You Are Provided This Very Day: This House You Live In, This Family You Find Yourself In, This Job You Have Been Given, The Weather Conditions That Prevail At The ...moment.

All The Persons Of Faith I Know Are Sinners, Doubters, Uneven Performers. We Are Secure Not Because We Are Sure Of Ourselves But Because We Trust That God Is Sure Of Us.

Waiting Means Going About Our Assigned Tasks, Confident That God Will Provide The Meaning And The Conclusions.