Divine reality is not way up in the sky somewhere; it is readily available in the encounters of everyday life, which make hash of my illusions that I can control the ways God comes to me.

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

The real problem has far less to do with what is really out there than it does with our resistance to finding out what is really out there.

I love being alone. I learned that from my father, I think, who loved his own company.

I live by the simplest, perhaps facile command that Jesus ever gave, which is to love God with the whole self and the neighbor as the self, and I find that's entirely consuming. To do those two things leaves me very little time to do much else.

Kindness is not a bad religion, no matter what name you use for God.

I don't miss the ministry, because I'm completely engaged in it. In terms of parish ministry, I miss the intimacy with a group of people.