How Glorious The Splendor Of

Define Yourself Radically As One Beloved By God. This Is The True Self. Every Other Identity Is Illusion.

If In Our Hearts We Really Don't Believe That God Loves Us As We Are, If We Are Still Tainted By The Lie That We Can Do Something To Make God Love Us More, We Are Rejecting The Message Of The Cross.

It Is For The Inconsistent, Unsteady Disciples Whose Cheese Is Falling Off Their Cracker.

On The Last Day, Jesus Will Look Us Over Not For Medals, Diplomas, Or Honors, But For Scars.

Quia Amasti Me, Fecisti Me Amabilem. (in Loving Me, You Made Me Lovable.)