But the voice goes on, calling us, beckoning us, luring us to think that there might be such a thing as justice, as the world being put to rights, even though we find it so elusive. We're like moths trying to fly to the moon. We all know there's something called justice, but we can't quite get to it.

Death is the ultimate weapon of the tyrant; resurrection does not make a covenant with death, it overthrows it.

Art is love creating the new world and justice is love rolling up its sleeves to heal the old one.

I really don't care too much what the different later Christian traditions say. My aim is to be faithful to Scripture.

My aim has been to expound Scripture and to expound Scripture in such a way that I do not set one Scripture over against another.

God is the one who satisfies the passion for justice, the longing for spirituality, the hunger for relationship, the yearning for beauty. And God, the true God, is the God we see in Jesus of Nazareth, Israel's Messiah, the world's true Lord.

We British say "to put the world to rights." I've discovered that that's not the way Americans say it and people scratch their heads and say, "Funny... what does he mean by that?" It means to fix the thing, to make it all better again.