Abba Quotes

Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion.

In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others.

I want neither a terrorist spirituality that keeps me in a perpetual state of fright about being in right relationship with my heavenly Father nor a sappy spirituality that portrays God as such a benign teddy bear that there is no aberrant behavior or desire of mine that he will not condone. I want a relationship with the Abba of Jesus, who is infinitely compassionate with my brokenness and at the same time an awesome, incomprehensible, and unwieldy Mystery.

من الحمق أن نعتقد أن الشرك هو فقط في السجود لحجرة أو بقرة، الشرك بذرة في القلب تجعله يتعلق ويؤمن بغير الله.. ولذلك علمنا المصطفى أن نتعوذ منه.. لأنه لا يأتي بلافتة، بل يأتي متخفيًا مستترًا بستار ديني.

Our hearts of stone become hearts of flesh when we learn where the outcast weeps.

هیچ ساعتی دقیق نیست و هیچ چیز مال ِ خودِ آدم نیست ، مگر همان چیزهایی که خیال می کند دل بستگی هایی به آن دارد ، بعد یکی یکی آن ها را از آدم می گیرند

Silent solitude makes true speech possible and personal. If I am not in touch with my own belovedness, then I cannot touch the sacredness of others. If I am estranged from myself, I am likewise a stranger to others.

لا أعتقد أن أيا منكم أحسّ بهذا الشعور من قبل، شعور طاقيّة الإخفاء: أن ترى شخصًا لا يراك، أن تحمل هموم الدنيا وبجوارك شخص يضحك على مشهد كوميدي في التلفزيون، أو أن تستيقظ من نومك فجأة على صوت شجار عائلي محتدم لا يخصّك

Lord, when I feel that what I'm doing is insignificant and unimportant, help me to remember that everything I do is significant and important in your eyes, because you love me and you put me here, and no one else can do what I am doing in exactly the way I do it.

الإنسان بطبعه جشعٌ منوع.. يؤوسٌ هلوع.. قنوطٌ جزوع.. مع علمه أن أجله مقطوع.. وأنه لن يموت من جوع! لو كنت إنسيًا وأعلم أنني لن أعمّر سوى ستين أو سبعين سنة فقط، فسأقضي هذه السنين القليلة بين أحبابي، أشبع منهم قبل أن أفارقهم وأندم.. كما تندمون أنتم.

In Love's service, only wounded soldiers can serve.

That awkward moment when you jump out a window because your friend jumped out a window, then you remember that your other friend can fly.

Hope knows that if great trials are avoided great deeds remain undone and the possibility of growth into greatness of soul is aborted.

Accepting the reality of our sinfulness means accepting our authentic self. Judas could not face his shadow; Peter could. The latter befriended the impostor within; the former raged against him.

we unwittingly project onto God our own attitudes and feelings toward ourselves... But we cannot assume that He feels about us the way we feel about ourselves -- unless we love ourselves compassionately, intensely, and freely.

To ignore, repress, or dismiss our feelings is to fail to listen to the stirrings of the Spirit within our emotional life. Jesus listened. In John's Gospel we are told that Jesus was moved with the deepest emotions (11:33)... The gospel portrait of the beloved Child of Abba is that of a man exquisitely attuned to His emotions and uninhibited in expressing them. The Son of Man did not scorn of reject feelings as fickle and unreliable. They were sensitive antennae to which He listened carefully and through which He perceived the will of His Father for congruent speech and action.

I do not read for I have renounced life, I read because one life is just not enough for me.

The Christ within who is our hope of glory is not a matter of theological debate or philosophical speculation. He is not a hobby, a part-time project, a good theme for a book, or a last resort when all human effort fails. He is our life, the most real fact about us. He is the power and wisdom of God dwelling within us.

The sorrow of God lies in our fear of Him, our fear of life, and our fear of ourselves. He anguishes over our self-absorption and self-sufficiency... God's sorrow lies in our refusal to approach Him when we sinned and failed.

Our identity rests in God's relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.

الحُب فوق كل الفروقات *

As we come to grips with our own selfishness and stupidity, we make friends with the impostor and accept that we are impoverished and broken and realize that, if we were not, we would be God. The art of gentleness toward ourselves leads to being gentle with others -- and is a natural prerequisite for our presence to God in prayer.

نحن نذوي، نتلاشى، ونُنسى، وتبقى أعمالنا

Night falls over Machu Picchu to the sound of Abba's 'Dancing Queen'.

الأفكار في دماغك مثل الحمامات التي طارت عندما حاولت الإمساك بها، الطريقة الوحيدة للإمساك بأفكارك هو توثيقها قبل أن تفر منك ويقبض عليها غيرك

never stop trying and never try stopping

The unwounded life bears no resemblance to the Rabbi.

Only reckless confidence in a Source greater than ourselves can empower us to forgive the woulds inflicted by others.

In my experience, self-hatred is the dominant malaise crippling Christians and stifling their growth in the Holy Spirit.

For me the most radical demand of Christian faith lies in summoning the courage to say yes to the present risenness of Jesus Christ.

لابد أن تشعر بالنشوة والفخر عندنا يتهمك الحمقى بالجنون! لأنهم لن يتوقفوا إلا إذا أصبحت أحمقًا مثلهم.

Abba, Father, all things are possible for you. Remove this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will. —MARK 14:36, ESV

خارج الصندوق صندوق آخر أكبر! لابد أن تتنقل بين الصناديق المختلفة عندما تحتاجها، وتتخلص منها جميعها عندما تعيقك.

Just follow my lead,’ I said. ‘It’ll be fun.’ ‘Please,’ Sam begged, ‘don’t let those words be carved on my tombstone.

You made a mistake, and your Abba made a mistake too. It doesn’t make anybody the worst anything in the world. It just makes us human.

من البلاهة أن تتعشم أنك ستحظى بأكثر من فرصة

In that most burdensome moment of all human history, with blood appearing at every pore and an anguished cry upon His lips, Christ sought Him whom He had always sought—His Father. “Abba,” He cried, “Papa,” or from the lips of a younger child, “Daddy.” This is such a personal moment it almost seems a sacrilege to cite it. A Son in unrelieved pain, a Father His only true source of strength, both of them staying the course, making it through the night—together.

The life of Jesus suggests that to be like Abba is to show compassion. Donald Gray expresses this: "Jesus reveals in an exceptionally human life what it is to live a divine life, a compassionate life.

Live in the wisdom of accepted tenderness. Tenderness awakens within the security of knowing we are thoroughly and sincerely liked by someone... Scripture suggests that the essence of the divine nature is compassion and that the heart of God is defined by tenderness.

His ignorance is encyclopedic.

أحلامك يابني كهذه المائدة لن تلتهمها دفعة واحدة، لابد أن تستمتع بتحقيقها قطعة قطعة.. تلك متعة لن تنتهي إلا بانتهائها

إن أرادت روحك تغيير عالمك، فتأكد أنه سيتغير.

While the impostor draws his identity from past achievements and the adulation of others, the true self claims identity in its belovedness. We encounter God in the ordinariness of life: not in the search for spiritual highs and extraordinary, mystical experiences but in our simple presence in life.

Reuven listen to me. The Talmud says that a person should do two things for himself. One is to acquire a teacher. Do you remember the other." "Choose a friend," I said. "Yes. You know what a friend is, Reuven? A Greek philosopher said that two people who are true friends are like two bodies with one soul." I nodded. "Reuven, if you can, make Danny Saunders your friend." "I like him a lot, abba." "No. Listen to me. I am not talking about only liking him. I am telling you to make him your friend and to let him make you his friend.

Whenever I allow anything but tenderness and compassion to dictate my response to life--be it self-righteous anger, moralizing, defensiveness, the pressing need to change others...I am alienated from my true self. My identity as Abba's child [a child of God] becomes ambiguous, tentative and confused

لا أفهم لـماذا تجدون الرعب مسلياً لهذه الدرجة؟ !

He turned, arching an eyebrow at Dex. "ABBA?" "What kind of gay man are you?" Dex thrust a finger toward the door. "Out of my house. Your kind isn't welcome here.

Charles de Foucauld, the found of the Little Brothers of Jesus, wrote a single sentence that's ahad a profound impact on my life. He said, "The one thing we owe absolutely to God is never to be afraid of anything." Never to be afraid of anything, even death, which, after all, is but that final breakthrough into the open, waiting, outstretched arms of Abba.

Tough times don't define you, they refine you. ‪

Experience has taught me that I connect best with others when I connect with the core of myself. When I allow God to liberate me from unhealthy dependence on people, I listen more attentively, love more unselfishly, and am more compassionate and playful. I take myself less seriously, become aware that the breath of the Father is on my face.

النجاح الحقيقي يكمن في المدى الذي سبيلغه تأثيرك، والأشخاص الذين ستغير حياتهم.

Abba songs, as anyone who knows knows, are constructed, technically and harmonically, so as to physically imprint the human brain as if biting it with acid, to ensure we will never, ever, ever, be able to forget them.

The engaged mind, illuminated by truth, awakens awareness; the engaged heart, affected by love, awakens passion. May I say once more - this essential energy of the soul is not an ecstatic trance, high emotion or a sanguine stance toward life: It is a fierce longing for God, an unyielding resolve to live in and out of our belovedness. - pg. 152

The anything-goes passiveness of the religious and political Left is matched by the preachy moralism of the religious and political Right. The person who uncritically embraces any party line is guilty of an idolatrous surrender of her core identity as Abba's Child. Neither liberal fairy dust nor conservative hardball addresses our ragged human dignity.

The Christian life is not a horror movie; it is a love story. We should never live in fear of our Abba.

Autumn afternoon: a sycamore leaf falls softly and rests on its own shadow

Without fear I can acknowledge that the authentic Christian tension is not between life and death, but between life and life.

History teaches us that men and nations only behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives." --

Jesus says. "Acknowledge and accept who I want to be for you: a Savior of boundless compassion, infinite patience, unbearable forgiveness, and love that keeps no score of wrongs. Quit projecting onto Me your own feelings about yourself. At this moment your life is a bruised reed and I will not crush it, a smoldering wick and I will not quench it. You are in a safe place." Brennan Manning. Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging

Let's start again. Hi, I'm Samirah al-Abbas... You can call me Sam. Everyone does. I'll be your Valkyrie this evening. Pleased to meet you properly... I will now escort you to dinner." She forced a smile. "If you embarrass me, I'll be the first to kill you.

الدماغ هو أعظم آلة موسيقية على الإطلاق! تنساب بداخله الألحان دون توقف لتنسجم مع انفعالات الروح، تلك هي الموسيقى المصاحبة لحياتنا، تبدأ ببدايتها وتتلاشى تدريجيا كلما كبرنا وتشاغلنا عن ذواتنا وتمردنا على أرواحنا

القضية بالنسبة لهم ليست كما تصوّرونها أنتم: إنس وجن، ملائكة وشياطين، أخيار وأشرار.. القضية قضيّة مصلحة فقط. ليست لديهم أدنى مشاعر تجاهكم، هم ينفذون ما يحافظون به على حياتهم وطز في الجنس البشري بأكمله.. ولكنّ قواعد اللعبة تحتم أن لا يتخطوا حدودهم مع البشر إلا بدوافع من البشر أنفسهم.. شرور البشر وغفلتهم ودناءة نفوسهم هي المفاتيح التي تفتح الأبواب للمردة للتدخل في عالمهم.

God’s desire is to not only have you experience His love, but to totally overwhelm you with His love. To have you experience it to overflowing. To have you sense, feel, taste, and touch His love for you. He really wants you to experience Him!

Jack followed me around the deck, alternating between Abba hits (Vikings are huge Abba fans) and telling me stories about the old days when he and Frey would roam the Nine Worlds, spreading sunshine and happiness and occasionally killing people.

عاشقت باشم می‌ميرم يا عاشقت نباشم؟ نمی‌دانم کجا می‌بری مرا همراهت می‌آيم تا آخر راه و هيچ نمی‌پرسم از تو هرگز. عاشقم باشی می‌ميرم يا عاشقم نباشی؟ اين که عاشقی نيست اين ‌که شاعری نيست واژه‌ها تهی شده‌اند بانوی من! به حساب من نگذار و نگذار بی تو تباه شوم! با تو عاشقی کنم يا زندگی؟ در بوی نارنجی پيرهنت تاب می‌خورم بی‌تاب می‌شوم و دنبال دست‌هات می‌گردم در جيب‌هام می‌ترسم گمت کرده باشم در خيابان به پشت سر وا می‌گردم و از تنهايی خودم وحشت می‌کنم. بی تو زندگی کنم يا بميرم؟ نمی‌دانم تا کی دوستم داری هرجا که باشد باشد هرجا تمام شد اسمش را می‌گذارم آخر خط من. باشد؟ بی تو زندگی کنم يا بگردم؟ همين که باشی همين که نگاهت ‌کنم مست می‌شوم خودم را می‌آويزم به شانه‌ی تو. با تو بمیرم یا بخندم؟ امشب اسبت را می‌دزدم رام می‌شوم آرام مبهوت عاشقی کردنت . با تو اول کجاست؟ با تو آخر کجاست؟ از نداشتنت می‌ترسم از دلتنگيت از تباهی خودم همه‌اش می‌ترسم وقتی نيستی تباه شوم. بی تو اول و آخر کجاست؟ واژه ها را نفرین میکنم و آه می کشم در آیینهی مهآلود پر از تو میشوم بی چتر. من بی تو يعنی چی؟ غمگين که باشی فرو می‌ريزم مثل اشک. نه مثل ديوار شهر که هر کس چيزی بر آن به يادگار نوشته است. تو بيش‌تر منی يا من تو؟ در آغوشت ورد می‌خوانم زير لب و خدا را صدا می‌زنم. آنقدر صدا می‌زنم که بگويی: جان دلم!

خبرهای سوخته! چقدر می‌ترسم! از اين که بايد تو را به سوی گذشت زمان بدرقه کنم می‌ترسم... _خبرها همه‌ تكراری‌ عكس‌ها همه... تیترها... یك‌ نفر را بارها اعدام‌ كرده‌ اند و باز او را پای‌ جوخه‌ی دار می‌برند ما اعلامیه‌ می‌نويسیم‌ و هر چه‌ امضا‌ دست‌مان‌ به‌ جایی‌ امضاها همه... ... دست‌های تو اما هرگز تکرار نمی‌شود بانوی من! چشم‌هات را ببند و دست‌هام را بگير شايد از لای کتاب بيرون آمدم شايد باز خنديدم در آغوش تو. _معذرت می‌خواهم که عاشقت نبودم روزها و ماه‌ها و سال‌ها معذرت می‌خواهم. می‌بوسمت، و می‌بوسمت يک بار قبل از اين‌که به خواب روم می‌بوسمت يک‌بار وقتی به خواب رفتم. _سقوط، سقوط، سقوط در لابلای خبرها مدام هواپيما سقوط می‌کند نان سقوط می‌کند خدا سقوط می‌کند سقف سقوط آنهمه آدم... ... تنها منم که در خواب تلخ تو زنده می‌شوم. اگر قرار باشد هزار بار زندگی کنم هر هزار بار من مال تو _توفان بود روزنامه در باد می‌سوخت و من خبرهای سوخته را در ميان شعله‌ها برای تو می‌خواندم می‌دانم تاريخ سرزمينم را می‌دانی عشق من! از خودم بگويم؟ اول دست‌هات را جوهری کن بعد بيا سراغ تنم بعد هم ببين دست‌هات را به کجای تنم کشيده‌ای. _تب و لرز تمام نمی‌شود کنار پنجره‌ی برفی می‌نشينم و اين بستنی را مزه مزه می‌کنم يک نگاه به تو يک قاشق بستنی ... آب می‌شود. حتا موهام می‌خندند وقتی با تو حرف می‌زنم آقای من! حتا وقتی بگويم "نمی‌دانم" عشق توست که قورت می‌دهم. _تو باران تنم کن و مرا زير پر چشم‌هات بگير قطره قطره تو را گريه می‌کنم. می‌خواهی بروم لباس‌های خدا را برات بدزدم؟

He crossed the floor to start rifling through one of the supply chests, pulling free a small silver bottle and ripping open the top. "Is this liquor? Because I want to be completely intoxicated when Abba gets wind that his children are plotting a coup in a fucking closet." "That's weapons polish," Ali said quickly

I held out the rune for Hearthstone. ‘I know what it feels like to be an empty cup, to have everything taken away from you. But you’re not alone. However much magic you need to use, it’s okay. We’ve got you. We’re your family.’ Hearth’s eyes rimmed with green water. He signed to us, and this time I think he actually meant I love you and not the giantesses are drunk. He took the rune and set it between the prongs of his new staff. The stone snapped into place the same way my pendant did on its chain. The symbol perthro glowed with a gentle gold light. My sign, he announced. My family’s sign. Blitzen sniffled. ‘I like that. A family of four empty cups!’ Sam wiped her eyes. ‘Suddenly I feel thirsty.’ ‘Al-Abbas,’ I said, ‘I nominate you for the role of annoying sister.’ ‘Shut up, Magnus.

He has an eternity of love He is just waiting to give you. The more you soak it in, the more of His love you can take in. He wants to saturate you in His love.

But when we are securely rooted in personal intimacy with the source of life, it will be possible to remain flexible but not relativistic, convinced without being rigid, willing to confront without being offensive, gentle and forgiving without being soft and true witnesses without being manipulative.

I assume the Spirit is always whispering, "Abba", to God's children, assuring them that they are safe in His care. And he is continually calling them to become what God saved them to be, solid people, indestructibly alive, hurting perhaps, but consumed with pleasing the Father.

Jack was pleased to help. “Combat time? Cool!” He floated in a circle around me. “Who are we fighting?” “Sam,” I said. Jack froze. “But I like Sam.” “We’re just practicing,” I said. “Try to kill her without really killing her.” “Oh, phew! Okay. I can do that.

من الحماقة أن تتوقع هزيمة عدوك وأنت تقلده، وأنت تتبع حركاته وأسلوبه، لابد أن تفاجئه بأسلوبك أنت، لابد أن تبتكر ألف حركة في كل مرة يكتشف هو إحدى حركاتك.

Abba is not Hebrew, the language of liturgy, but Aramaic, the language of home and everyday life … We need to be wary of the suggestion … that the correct translation of Abba is ‘Daddy.’ Abba is the intimate word of a family circle where that obedient reverence was at the heart of the relationship, whereas Daddy is the familiar word of a family circle from which all thoughts of reverence and obedience have largely disappeared … The best English translation of Abba is simply ‘Dear Father.

[The] insistence on the absolutely indiscriminate nature of compassion within the Kingdom is the dominant perspective of almost all of Jesus' teaching. What is indiscriminate compassion? 'Take a look at a rose. Is is possible for the rose to say, "I'll offer my fragrance to good people and withhold it from bad people"? Or can you imagine a lamp that withholds its rays from a wicked person who seeks to walk in its light? It could do that only be ceasing to be a lamp. And observe how helplessly and indiscriminately a tree gives its shade to everyone, good and bad, young and old, high and low; to animals and humans and every living creature -- even to the one who seeks to cut it down. This is the first quality of compassion -- its indiscriminate character.' (Anthony DeMello, The Way to Love)... What makes the Kingdom come is heartfelt compassion: a way of tenderness that knows no frontiers, no labels, no compartmentalizing, and no sectarian divisions.

The spirit of bondage works by fear for the slave fears the rod: but love cries, Abba, Father; it disposes us to go to God, and behave ourselves towards God as children; and it gives us clear evidence of our union to God as His children, and so casts out fear. So that it appears that the witness of the Spirit the apostle speaks of, is far from being any whisper, or immediate suggestion or revelation; but that gracious holy effect of the Spirit of God in the hearts of the saints, the disposition and temper of children, appearing in sweet childlike love to God, which casts out fear or a spirit of a slave.

she looked like something chiseled from a memory of a lost and long forgotten god.

You won't believe it but I quench my thirst by drinking from a mirage.

The full moon reflected in water, the water contained in the bowl, and the thirsty man deep in sleep.

When being is divorced from doing, pious thoughts become an adequate substitute for washing dirty feet.

A consensus means that everyone agrees to say collectively what no one believes individually.

Quit keeping score altogether and surrender yourself with all your sinfulness to God who sees neither the score nor the scorekeeper but only his child redeemed by Christ.

Aurora once told me that she knew I was different within the first few months after I was born, because as a baby, I never cried. She had no way of knowing if I was hungry or if my stomach hurt until I was old enough to point and talk. Even when I fell and it was obvious that I had hurt myself, I did not cry. When I didn't get my way, I would go off by myself and sulk or have a tantrum. But I never cried. Later, when I was eleven and Abba died, I didn't cry. When Joseph, my best friend at St. Elizabeth's, died, I didn't cry. Maybe I don't feel what others feel. I have no way of knowing. But I do feel. It's just that what I feel does not elicit tears. What I feel when others cry is more like a dry, empty aloneness, like I'm the only person left in the world. So it is very strange to feel my eyes well with tears as I read Jasmine's list.

When we came to America, though, we didn't know what the right thing was. Here we lived with no map. We became invisible, the people who swam in between other people's lives, bussing dishes, delivering groceries. What was wrong? We didn't know. The most important thing, Abba said, was not to stick out. Don't let them see you. But I think it hurt him, to hide so much.

Uncompromising trust in the love of God inspires us to thank God for the spiritual darkness that envelops us, for the loss of income, for the nagging arthritis that is so painful, and to pray from the heart, “Abba, into your hands I entrust my body, mind, and spirit and this entire day—morning, afternoon, evening, and night. Whatever you want of me, I want of me, falling into you and trusting in you in the midst of my life. Into your heart I entrust my heart, feeble, distracted, insecure, uncertain. Abba, unto you I abandon myself in Jesus our Lord. Amen.

I'd rather see the world as a rainbow than endless shade of gray.

من قال أن عقارب الساعة تسير بسرعة ثابتة؟ ألا نراها تفر من نفحات السعادة؟ و تتلكأ مع الاحزان؟ أما لحظات التوتر و القلق فتصيبها بشلل تام !

We are not cowed into timidity by death and life. Were we forced to rely on our own shabby resources we would be pitiful people in deed. But the awareness of Christ's present risenness persuades us that we are buoyed up and carried on by a life greater than our own.

When belonging to an elite group eclipses the love of God, when I draw life and meaning from any source other than my belovedness, I am spiritually dead. When God gets relegated to second place behind any bauble or trinket, I have swapped the pearl of great price for painted fragments of glass.

Heart-to-heart journaling is a dialogue with God where both you and God are talking and you are recording it on paper. Heart-to-heart journaling is simply writing out your thoughts to God and what you sense to be His answer or response to you.

It's said that in the beginning was the word, but for me the beginning is always an image. When I think about a conversation, it always starts with images. And what I love about photography is the inscription of a single moment: it's completely ephemeral. You take the photograph, and one second later, everything has changed.

My identity as Abba’s child is not an abstraction or a tap dance into religiosity. It is the core truth of my existence. Living in the wisdom of accepted tenderness profoundly affects my perception of reality, the way I respond to people and their life situations. How I treat my brothers and sisters from day to day, whether they be Caucasian, African, Asian, or Hispanic; how I react to the sin-scarred wino on the street; how I respond to interruptions from people I dislike; how I deal with ordinary people in their ordinary unbelief on an ordinary day will speak the truth of who I am more poignantly than the pro-life sticker on the bumper of my car. We are not for life simply because we are warding off death. We are sons and daughters of the Most High and maturing in tenderness to the extent that we are for others—all others—to the extent that no human flesh is strange to us, to the extent that we can touch the hand of another in love, to the extent that for us there are no “others.

When we are in front of an abstract painting, we have the license to interpret in any way we want. Or music—music is a medium that we might not understand, but that we feel and enjoy. But in the case of cinema many expect to receive a clear and unified message, but what I’m suggesting is that a film could be experienced as a poem, a painting, or a piece of music.

This vulgar grace is indiscriminate compassion. It works without asking anything of us. It's not cheap. It's free, and as such will always be a banana peel for the Orthodox foot and a fairy tale for the grown-up sensibility. Grace is sufficient even though we huff and puff with all our might to try to find something or someone it cannot cover. Grace is enough. He is enough. Jesus is enough. John, the disciple Jesus loved, ended his first letter with this line: "Children, be on your guard against false gods." In other words, steer clear of any God you can comprehend. Abba will's love cannot be comprehended. I'll say it again: Abba's love cannot be comprehended.

Often people request prayers for deliverance, inner healing, or physical healing. But more frequently they simply want a man or woman to whom they can turn--not because of what this person is able to do but because of what he or she is: a person who makes them feel wanted, a friend to love them, one who generates an atmosphere of warmth and trust in which they are able to love in return.

The second prong in my revised Trinity is IKEA, the Swedish home store monolith. If you're unfamiliar, they carry every single thing you could possibly ever need to fill your home and garden at low, low prices, but in obscure Swedish sizes so those items won't coordinate with anything else you own, like, say, if you want to put a regular Target lamp shade on your IKEA lamp. Fletch thinks it's Sweden's master plan to make Americans so busy trying to construct furniture with Allen wrenches that we don't notice they've invaded us. (Personally, I think it's payback; the Swedes are pissed that we aren't buying ABBA albums anymore.)

Jesus says. “Acknowledge and accept who I want to be for you: a Savior of boundless compassion, infinite patience, unbearable forgiveness, and love that keeps no score of wrongs. Quit projecting onto Me your own feelings about yourself. At this moment your life is a bruised reed, and I will not crush it; a smoldering wick, and I will not quench it. You are in a safe place.

To feel safe is to stop living in my head and sink down into my heart and feel liked and accepted … not having to hide anymore and distract myself with books, television, movies, ice cream, shallow conversation … staying in the present moment and not escaping into the past or projecting into the future, alert and attentive to the now …feeling relaxed and not nervous or jittery … no need to impress or dazzle others or draw attention to myself. … Unself-conscious, a new way of being with myself, a new way of being in the world … calm, unafraid, no anxiety about what’s going to happen next …loved and valued… just being together as an end in itself.

Thornton Wilder’s one-act play “The Angel That Troubled the Waters,” based on John 5:1-4, dramatizes the power of the pool of Bethesda to heal whenever an angel stirred its waters. A physician comes periodically to the pool hoping to be the first in line and longing to be healed of his melancholy. The angel finally appears but blocks the physician just as he is ready to step into the water. The angel tells the physician to draw back, for this moment is not for him. The physician pleads for help in a broken voice, but the angel insists that healing is not intended for him. The dialogue continues—and then comes the prophetic word from the angel: “Without your wounds where would your power be? It is your melancholy that makes your low voice tremble into the hearts of men and women. The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children on earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living. In Love’s service, only wounded soldiers can serve. Physician, draw back.” Later, the man who enters the pool first and is healed rejoices in his good fortune and turning to the physician says: “Please come with me. It is only an hour to my home. My son is lost in dark thoughts. I do not understand him and only you have ever lifted his mood. Only an hour.… There is also my daughter: since her child died, she sits in the shadow. She will not listen to us but she will listen to you.”13 Christians who remain in hiding continue to live the lie. We deny the reality of our sin. In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others. We cling to our bad feelings and beat ourselves with the past when what we should do is let go. As Dietrich Bonhoeffer said, guilt is an idol. But when we dare to live as forgiven men and women, we join the wounded healers and draw closer to Jesus.

It is the simplest phrase you can imagine,” Favreau said, “three monosyllabic words that people say to each other every day.” But the speech etched itself in rhetorical lore. It inspired music videos and memes and the full range of reactions that any blockbuster receives online today, from praise to out-of-context humor to arch mockery. Obama’s “Yes, we can” refrain is an example of a rhetorical device known as epistrophe, or the repetition of words at the end of a sentence. It’s one of many famous rhetorical types, most with Greek names, based on some form of repetition. There is anaphora, which is repetition at the beginning of a sentence (Winston Churchill: “We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields”). There is tricolon, which is repetition in short triplicate (Abraham Lincoln: “Government of the people, by the people, and for the people”). There is epizeuxis, which is the same word repeated over and over (Nancy Pelosi: “Just remember these four words for what this legislation means: jobs, jobs, jobs, and jobs”). There is diacope, which is the repetition of a word or phrase with a brief interruption (Franklin D. Roosevelt: “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”) or, most simply, an A-B-A structure (Sarah Palin: “Drill baby drill!”). There is antithesis, which is repetition of clause structures to juxtapose contrasting ideas (Charles Dickens: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”). There is parallelism, which is repetition of sentence structure (the paragraph you just read). Finally, there is the king of all modern speech-making tricks, antimetabole, which is rhetorical inversion: “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight; it’s the size of the fight in the dog.” There are several reasons why antimetabole is so popular. First, it’s just complex enough to disguise the fact that it’s formulaic. Second, it’s useful for highlighting an argument by drawing a clear contrast. Third, it’s quite poppy, in the Swedish songwriting sense, building a hook around two elements—A and B—and inverting them to give listeners immediate gratification and meaning. The classic structure of antimetabole is AB;BA, which is easy to remember since it spells out the name of a certain Swedish band.18 Famous ABBA examples in politics include: “Man is not the creature of circumstances. Circumstances are the creatures of men.” —Benjamin Disraeli “East and West do not mistrust each other because we are armed; we are armed because we mistrust each other.” —Ronald Reagan “The world faces a very different Russia than it did in 1991. Like all countries, Russia also faces a very different world.” —Bill Clinton “Whether we bring our enemies to justice or bring justice to our enemies, justice will be done.” —George W. Bush “Human rights are women’s rights and women’s rights are human rights.” —Hillary Clinton In particular, President John F. Kennedy made ABBA famous (and ABBA made John F. Kennedy famous). “Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind,” he said, and “Each increase of tension has produced an increase of arms; each increase of arms has produced an increase of tension,” and most famously, “Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.” Antimetabole is like the C–G–Am–F chord progression in Western pop music: When you learn it somewhere, you hear it everywhere.19 Difficult and even controversial ideas are transformed, through ABBA, into something like musical hooks.