“Words like anchors, tethering boats of memory that would otherwise be settled by the storm.”
“A secret is a rotting anchor, hidden in deep water. You drop it and convince yourself that it’s safe, tethered beyond sight. In that peculiar comfort, you forget that it binds you. And when a storm rolls in, it will not raise.”
“The boat is safer anchored at the port; but that’s not the aim of boats.”
“In the midst of the storm, your life boat appears. A psalm, a hymn, a word... calming the fiercest winds of the soul.”
“After an orange cloud — formed as a result of a dust storm over the Sahara and caught up by air currents — reached the Philippines and settled there with rain, I understood that we are all sailing in the same boat.”
“... the pursuit of holiness must bre anchored in grace; otherwise it is doomed to failure.”