I have never been called too pretty for anything. That would be a problem I could get used to.
Love without truth devolves into sentimentality. Truth without love becomes cold and calculated.
The surest sign that God is alive in you is joy.
Begin with the beautiful, which leads you to the good, which leads you to the truth.
The cross is Jesus going into the very lair of death. He goes to meet head-on that which frightens us the most. And what does He do? He battles it. He engages it. And finally he conquers it.
Love is not a sentiment or feeling. Love is actively willing the good of the other.
If the Word truly became flesh, then God had not only a mother, but also a grandmother, cousins, great-aunts, and weird uncles. If the Word truly dwelt among us, then he was part of a family that, like most, was fairly dysfunctional, a mix of the good and bad, the saintly and the sinful, the glorious and the not so glorious. And this is such good news for us.
Knowing who you really are and dressing the part -- with an air of amused recklessness -- is life affirming for you and life enhancing for other people.
I'm not temperamentally into high comedy. I'm not a Noel Coward kind of girl.
Any racial reconciliation we've had in this country has come not out of confrontation but out of a spirit of reconciliation. If we continue to practice an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, we'll eventually end up with a land of people who are blind and toothless.
It's now come out just before his record-breaking 100-meter dash, gold medalist Usain Bolt ate at McDonald's. Apparently he timed his meal so when the race started he would have exactly 9. 63 seconds to get to a toilet.