We don't necessarily always agree, but hopefully we make each other think, and that's what matters.
I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft, without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked - and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and moor herself within my room - my daughter! O my daughter!