The idea of being ‘forced into love’ is an oxymoron. Or is it? Are ‘love’ and ‘duty’ to be kept completely separate?

If we’re made to look for a place to lay our roots, perhaps that is an indication that a solid ground somehow somewhere exists

We cannot learn to die, or rest our well-made heads on the pillow of ignorance…

To rule is something worth wanting, even in Hell: It’s better to rule in hell than be a servant in Heaven

A statement is not necessarily true because it is wrapped in fine language or false because it is awkwardly expressed.

Here’s an account of what happens when we nonchalantly forge on in the wrong direction. Just who are we following? Are we sure we’re not lost?

Love bears all things. Why do people judge the ones they love? How is it that love sometimes doesn’t withstand conflicts?

No matter how beautiful, creative, groundbreaking or useful; the fruits of our collective labor are bound to get spoiled. What hope is there for us?

Wouldn’t we want to wake up every morning, highly motivated and committed to accomplish great things? Isn’t pushing beyond the status quo and ‘changing the world’ such a worthy aspiration?

You cannot embrace someone by pushing them away, and you cannot forgive someone by exacting reparation from them in the form of punishment

Is it ok for me to lie sometimes? Do I have to tell the truth all times? Is this question even important? Let’s think this through…

Dietrich Bonhoeffer deeply mistrusted the charismatic and charming qualities of leaders and teachers because he wanted ‘words and logic of what he said to be the only things to which the others responded’

Doctors without borders organized an interactive exhibit called “Forced from Home”; a project started few months ago simulating (wherever they toured in the U.S.) a real refugee camp

As the relationship grows, it will all come down to a realization that friendship (or love) has flourished simply because the most important thing about you is what the most important thing about the other person is.

But like a flash lightning or a momentary parting of the clouds, humor lit up a truth that was larger than anything that could happen to the poor prisoners, a truth that even Aushwitz could not sensor…

It seems we cannot sober up even if we wanted to. That’s the truth

Dilemma wretched: how shall holiness Of brilliant life unshaded, tolerate Rebellion’s fetid slime, and not abate In its own glory, compromised at best?

For those who do not accept them they are called intolerant for rejecting them for who they are—which is a kind of violation of basic human rights. Beside, as one of them asked, ‘who are you to impose your own morals to another human being?’

This is how Scripture constitutes the spectacles of faith: it provides the corrective lenses and the mediated light by which to read our world and interpret it rightly.

It is the impact that it made on you which will determine its lasting value—the greater the impact, the longer it will take you to return to that which caused you regret in the first place.