One of my favorite teachers at Boston College started each class by asking us to bring in a ‘perfect sentence’ we had read the week before. The sentence could be from anywhere- a magazine, blog, movie or reading assignment from another class. It was freeing because there were no rules. And if you believed that sentence was perfect, then it was.

So here’s a sentence that I read and immediately thought. Oh, I wish I could’ve brought this into class. It feels just perfect. (to be fair, our ‘sentences’ were usually longer then a sentence).

That is the risk of faith. Faith does not grow in the house of certainty

The Shack

I’m going to start keeping an eye out for more of my favorite sentences and sharing them.  It reminds me how profound writing can be in such a short space.