(From the Indiana years)

I think when you have the chance to find love or do something else of comparable value, you damn well better do it. Love does not come walking in much through your library doors or down the pews of your church, or any other random place that you may haunt in your solitude.  

Love instead tends to leave town on a jetplane or a Greyhound bus to places where you will never reach. I’m getting pretty sick and disgusted of people hiding behind this concept of God’s timing or will.  Maybe God gave you the opportunity in the first place.  Take the jumpshot at the corner of the three-point arc if you’re open.  Don’t wait till someone sneaks up on you and strips the ball from your hands.  Some people would kill for your opportunity.