Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart. Audacious longing, burning songs, daring thoughts, an impulse overwhelming the heart, usurping the mind--these are all a drive towards serving Him who rings our hearts like a bell. It is as if He were waiting to enter our empty, perishing lives.

Wonder or radical amazement is the chief characteristic of the religious man's attitude toward history and nature.

In any free society where terrible wrongs exist, some are guilty - all are responsible.

Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.

Celebration is a confrontation, giving attention to the transcendent meaning of one's actions.

Man is a messenger who forgot the message.

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.