Confession is a difficult Discipline for us because we all too often view the believing community as a fellowship of saints before we see it as a fellowship of sinners. We feel that everyone else has advanced so far into holiness that we are isolated...
Magazine and television advertisements have me subconsciously believing that a sexy airbrushed image can sell a lot more canned tomatoes than without this image. Who’s to say that a dolled up vagina can’t buy me love? Yet this is what we teach ou...
The first question we must address deals with optimism, the possibility of achieving our goal. Are we in a position where we can actually hope to effect change? Assuming we become convinced that there are reasons for optimism, we move to the next que...
Why is it that it is often easier for us to confess our sins to God than to a brother? God is holy and sinless, He is a just judge of evil and the enemy of all disobedience. But a brother is sinful as we are. He knows from his own experience the dark...
I could tell he wanted the best for me. Of course, he assumed that would be getting out. Everyone always thought that, not of what we had to go back to, at home. Maybe our parents had thrown away our mattresses. Maybe they'd told our siblings we'd be...
Who makes things up? Who tells the real story? We all turn our lives into stories. It is a defining characteristic of our species. We retell our experiences. We quickly learn what parts are interesting to our listeners and what parts lag, and we shap...
Our are speculations are not the measure of our God.
Some infinities are bigger than others
You die in the middle of your life.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
This is it. I can't even not smoke anymore
What a slut time is. She screws everybody...
Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
Apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory.
O mundo não é uma fábrica de conceder desejos.
The eyes of others my our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Our lives are living testimonies.
Our environment, the world in which we live and work, is a mirror of our attitudes and expectations.
Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.
The world isn't scandalized by our freedom but by our fakeness.
we attract what is happening in our lives
