Well said! Ha

"I have been fasting from men, and I'm REALLY hungry."-A friend who will remain unidentified

"Your mom needs a paradigm shift."-Steve

"Jesus gets awfully specific in telling us where we can find him. Each of the habitations he lists here is marked by lack: lack of food, lack of water, lack of hospitality, lack of clothing, lack of health, lack of freedom. Christ chooses these places, inhabits these spaces, waits for us to show up. Waits, too, for us to recognize those places in ourselves. He knows that if we haven’t recognized the poverty within our own souls, and how he dwells there, it’s hard to see him and serve him in others without being patronizing."-Jan Richardson

Carmelite Woman, Raise Up Your Hands and Clap!

Mystery

How can one know the thoughts of another? How can one percieve the depths of one's heart, the unspoken assumptions, the hidden understandings of a human soul? On that day they will reveal themselves to be as they truly are --glorious or destructive, lovely or violent, sacrificial or self-loving. But how does one trust amidst a world of ashes, appearances, and effusions clouded over. Ice gently downs the rich substance of forest in white, enfolding sound. The earth is shrouded in mystery.

Why does it matter? I will love deeply. "Let it be unto me as You have said."

Woolf

"The gruff murmur, irregularly broken by the taking out of pipes and the putting in of pipes which had kept on assuring her, though she could not hear what was said (as she sat in the window which opened on the terrace), that the men were happily talking; this sound, which had lasted now half an hour and had taken its place soothingly in the scale of sounds pressing on top of her, such as the tap of balls upon bats, the sharp, sudden bark now and then, "How's that? How's that?" of the children playing cricket, had ceased; so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tatoo to her thoughts and seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again as she sat with the children the words of some old cradle song, murmured by nature, "I am guarding you--I am your support," but at other times suddenly and unexpectedly, especially when her mind raised itself slightly from the task actually at hand, had no such meaning, but like a ghostly roll of drums remorselessly beat the measure of life, made one think of the destruction of the island and its engulfment in the sea, and warned her whose day had slipped past in one quick doing after another that it was all ephemeral as a rainbow --this sound which had been obscured and concealed under the other sounds suddenly thundered hollow in her ears and made her look up with an impulse of terror...They had ceased to talk..."