Resentments hang heavy on the heart.
Heaven teaches by the only weapon they have. That is Conscience.
Beware the one who sings loudest in church. They may be pleading a cause of which they are not proud.
Swift action by the wrong person often takes the decision out of the hands of the one who should be making it.
When the premises are broadened and the frame of reference pushed out, the view is expanded.
You cannot stoop but an other’s back is bent. You cannot breathe but an other’s breath is taken.
Privacy is the ultimate illusion.
Work, lovingly done, is prayerful attendance to life. It is reverence toward life.
Words will hang a person. Words are nooses with scaffolding complete to hang the man. Words will by themselves come back to haunt. This is what the weight of words is.
Parenting is a sacred trust. And children come with a sacred permit.
Every world requires maintenance. Even Heaven. So we better get in the habit of cleaning up our own messes.