To be is to stand for.
To become aware of the ineffable is to part company with words.
Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.
Speech has power. Words do not fade. What starts out as a sound, ends in a deed.
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.
Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.