I’ll pit my God against your god any day, I say to the Calvinists. It’s not their god I’m praying to…. The God I’m praying to is neither male nor female. My God is the...

My God is the one who exists apart from all of men’s agendas, the God who takes you away when there is no possible place you can go.

There is lace in every living thing: the bare branches of winter, the patterns of clouds, the surface of water as it ripples in the breeze…. Even a wild dog’s matted fur shows a lacy...

There is no wrong answer. Even so, it is easy to receive wrong results, simply by asking the wrong question.