Part of me was afraid that if I raised my fist to the sky and demanded an answer now, I would hear a thundering and calloused, ‘Because I said so,” from God in heaven. And...

…in addition to feeling sick and tired and feverish and nauseated, I also felt forgotten. And there was no easy cure for that.

As I watched them file down the stairs, I didn’t cry and I wasn’t afraid. But I couldn’t tell if it was Jesus or the gin.

As my nostrils filled with the stench of burnt hair and my friends scurried to clean up the mess, I thought, ‘If your hair catches on fire while you’re making a wish, does that mean...

I needed someone to tell me how God could allow someone He loved to suffer so much when I wouldn’t do this to someone I hated.

Love will cost you dearly.And it will break your heart.But in the end, it will save the world.

…it occurred to me that maybe Samson’s hair wasn’t the source of his strength; maybe it was the symbol of his strength. And maybe when Delilah cut off his hair, he didn’t lose his power...

When I interviewed at Yale, the admissions committee asked me why they should let me into the program. I looked at them unblinking and said, ‘Because I’m going to change the world some day. And...

I just want to tell you if that’s what You have planned for me, if I am meant to be an obscure flower in the corner of the expansive garden, I will live there and...