Beliefs have become unimportant to me. Faith as radical trust became even more important to me.

Whoever you are, you are human. Wherever you are, you live in the world, which is just waiting for you to notice the holiness in it.

Every human interaction offers you the chance to make things better or to make things worse.

Salvation happens every time someone with a key uses it to open a door he could lock instead.

When I say I trust Jesus, that is what I mean: I trust that the way of life leads through perishability, not around it.

If churches saw their mission in the same way, there is no telling what might happen. What if people were invited to come tell what they already know of God instead of to learn what they are supposed to believe? What if they were blessed for what they are doing in the world instead of chastened for not doing more at church? What if church felt more like a way station than a destination? What if the church’s job were to move people out the door instead of trying to keep them in, by convincing them that God needed them more in the world than in the church?

Humanity can be pretty stinky.