The greater the difficulty to be overcome the more will it be seen to the glory of God how much can be done by prayer and faith.

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.

What is to be will be and no prayers of ours can arrest the decree.Lincolns maxim and philosophy

The dull pray the geniuses are light mockers.

Atheism rises above creeds and puts Humanity upon one plane.There can be no chosen people in the Atheist philosophy.There are no bended knees in AtheismNo supplications no prayersNo sacrificial redemptionsNo divine revelationsNo washing in the blood of the lambNo crusades no massacres no holy warsNo heaven no hell no purgatoryNo silly rewards and no vindictive punishmentsNo christs and no saviorsNo devils no ghosts and no gods.

If we had more sleepless nights in prayer there would be fewer souls to have a sleepless eternal night in hell.

The funny thing about an impossibility is that it tends to be a magnet for those who would prove it otherwise.

Poem from Rev. Jim Cotter as listed on the opening pages of Anatomy of the Spirit by Caroline Myss God be in my head and in my understanding. God be in my eyes and in my looking. God be in my mouth and in my speaking. God be in my tongue and in my tasting. God be in my lips and in my greeting. God be in my nose and in my smellinginhaling. God be in my ears and in my hearing. God be in my neck and in my humbling. God be in my shoulders and in my bearing. God be in my back and in my standing. God be in my arms and in my reachingreceiving. God be in my hands and in my working. God be in my legs and in my walking. God be in my feet and in my grounding. God be in my knees and in my relating. God be in my gut and in my feeling. God be in my bowels and in my forgiving. God be in my loins and in my swiving. God be in my lungs and in my breathing. God be in my heart and in my loving. God be in my skin and in my touching. God be in my flesh and in my painingpining. God be in my blood and in my living. God be in my bones and in my dying. God be at my end and at my reviving.

When we say to people I will pray for you we make a very important commitment. The sad thing is that this remark often remains nothing but a well-meant expression of concern. But when we learn to descend with our mind into our heart then all those who have become part of our lives are led into the healing presence of God and touched by him in the center of our being. We are speaking here about a mystery for which words are inadequate. It is the mystery that the heart which is the center of our being is transformed by God into his own heart a heart large enough to embrace the entire universe. Through prayer we can carry in our heart all human pain and sorrow all conflicts and agonies all torture and war all hunger loneliness and misery not because of some great psychological or emotional capacity but because Gods heart has become one with ours.

Call me crazy but there is something terribly wrong with this city.