“Religion will always be handing out tests and tapping its foot at the end of your desk, expecting perfection. But Montessori God will follow you around the classroom, waiting until you pick something up and then tell you what you need to know about whatever it is that you’ve discovered.”
I’ve heard a story that one night a fly flew into the mouth of this old woman as was speaking, causing her to hack and choke until she was finally able to spit it out. She then straightened her skirt, gained her composure and said, “He was a stranger, and yet I took him in.”
“My wires were crossed for dysfunctional sex. Sex was still about intimacy, and in many ways still about love, but it existed within brotherhood rather than the safety of a healthy love relationship that wasn’t medicating a painful childhood.”
Fifteen hundred dollars later, I’ve learned a lesson in obedience, taking a risk, goodwill, and how loss can be turned into love.
“Please God, please let the powers that be say ‘No’ to Barbie Jesus going on sale in our bookstore.” I had already imagined “20% off” tags on him, and it made me uncomfortable.
“I’ve carried around my broken brother for so long, but today I could hear his voice on the other end of the phone – and in it the hope of second chances.”
“I’m searching for those people…the “ready to explode.” They’re out there, doing their best to snuff out their own short fuse before it disappears into their belly and destroys them for good. I want to find them before…”
Here’s a free original song download. NV peeps…we’ll be performing this song at our services tomorrow (March 30th) at the Carmel and Fishers campuses.
“God doesn’t want our lacey panties, guitar solos, lights, shorty robes trimmed out in feathers, fog, or sweet smelling sachets to keep things fresh. He wants what is in our hearts…”
“This is a contest of sorts. And I fully realize it may backfire, but who knows what may come of it. Stick with me to the end on this one.”
“There is a basket of laundry sitting on the floor in front of me and my daughters are in the next room arguing over jewelry. My life is full. I can die now.”
“Everyone loves the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life.” But I swear, at the end of the movie when little Zuzu says, “Look Daddy, Teacher says, ‘every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings,’” I want to…”