Crucified by cheats, yet damned by my own deceit.

Once you see another as an object of your desires, it is only a small step to see the other as an object to be marketed.

If God does not exist, we waste our time, confessing our sins. If God does exist, our understanding of evil and our role in it is so small, so limited as to be worthy of contempt. But that’s not who God is.

The earth itself has become a dwelling place for the divine.

God isn’t a mysterious object to be cajoled or collared.

You can’t be human alone, you can only be human with others.

Sin is ugly. Sin is stupid. Sin separates one human from another.

What do we teach our children? Faith is for Sundays; the rest of the week is for getting ahead.

If moderns no longer know what the word “sin” means, perhaps they should search their lives for frustration.

Scripture has proven itself rather lethal in the hands of modern men and women of faith, of any faith.