“Somewhere, out in the infinite distance, lay the spring, at least in God's mind, like babies that are not yet conceived in… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
God must be a smell, one of those delicious dreamy aromas that float into the soul on the warm hopeful days of… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
“Will God make a watch and leave out the spring? Will God infuse us with grace once, but not again? No, we're… — Philip Yancey Copy Share Image
