In Love's Service, Only Wounded

How I Treat A Brother Or Sister From Day To Day, How I React To The Sin-scarred Wino On The Street, How I Respond To Interruptions From People I Dislike, How I Deal With Normal People In Their Normal Confusion On A Normal Day May Be A Better Indication Of My Reverence For Life Than The Antiabortion Sticker On The Bumper Of My Car.

The Loss Of Transcendence Has Left In Its Wake The Flotsam Of Distrustful, Cynical Christians, Angry At A Capricious God, And The Jetsam Of Smug Bibilolatrists Who Claim To Know Precisely What God Is Thinking And Exactly What He Plans To Do.

In Love's Service, Only Wounded Soldiers Can Serve.

Grace Is Sufficient Even Though We Huff And Puff With All Our Might To Try And Find Something Or Someone That It Cannot Cover. Grace Is Enough...

We Are Made For Christ, And Nothing Less Will Ever Satisfy Us.