When we pray, we bring G-d into the world

When I marched with Martin Luther King in Selma, I felt my legs were praying.

God is not nice. God is not an uncle. God is an earthquake.

In the darkest night to be certain of the dawn...to go through Hell and to continue to trust in the goodness of God-this is the challenge and the way.

For many of us the march from Selma to Montgomery was about protest and prayer. Legs are not lips and walking is not kneeling. And yet our legs uttered songs. Even without words, our march was worship. I felt my legs were praying.

To be spiritual is to be amazed.

Everything is phenomenal; everything is incredible; never treat life casually. To be spiritual is to be amazed.