I believe in a thing called love.

It was Love who spoke everything that is anything into existence. An' when humans ,earth's fellow creatures, created for love forgot our birthplace in and for Love; Love was born in a manger. After birth, Love lived for 33 years to his fullest and then Love followed the course of love in a cruel world and died for being loving. But because Love can't be buried it robbed the grave of its hold.

I believe in a thing called

We are all called to something, and we are all called something. Some are called sinners, and druggies. Some are called good, and beautiful. Some are called to great things. Some are called to small things. All are called to love. And in love we are called to belong.

I believe in a thing

Sometimes I can not name it but I know it to be true. Sometimes we try to...