I'd love to go to art school. I'd love to learn how to draw. I'd love to be fluent in Spanish. I'd like to be a brain surgeon.
Whoever wishes to be a Christian, let him pluck out the eyes of his reason.
Show me where a man spends his time & money, and I'll show you his god.
It's not what I don't know that bothers me - it's what I do know and don't do!
But know that to serve God is nothing else than to serve your neighbor and do good to him in love, be it a child, wife, servant, enemy, friend. . . . If you do not find yourself among the needy and the poor, where the Gospel shows us Christ, then you may know that your faith is not right, and that you have not yet tasted of Christ's benevolence and work for you.
Now the church is not wood and stone, but the company of people who believe in Christ.
Pray, and let God worry.
Communication feels like it should be the simplest thing, but it's not. Sometimes you don't even understand what you're feeling. You don't know how to put that into words, so how are you suppose to tell the person you love that you're upset.
"Make America great again. " You know, to a lot of people, well, that's jingoistic. That's nationalism. That's cheap, that's rank, that's not a movement.
I want to look beyond the legends, to find the real story of Scotland. And it's every bit as thrilling.
It came to me late, as an adult, the desire to draw and participate in the world of lines.