I don't have time for a job that doesn't leave me time to be quiet or still or to pray.

It's difficult for me to ignore how many conflicts locally and worldwide have religion tagged to them.

I miss the hot spots. I miss the hospital calls. I miss the nursing homes. I miss the really intimate human contact with other people, which I did nothing to earn.

Having been brought up with a definition of faith as adherence to a set of beliefs, I have more and more begun to turn instead toward a definition of faith as openness to truth, whatever truth may turn out to be.

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.

Humanity can be pretty stinky.

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.