There is a deep sense in which we are all ghost towns. We are all haunted by the memory of those we love, those with whom we feel we have unfinished business. While they may no longer be with us, a faint aroma of their presence remains, a presence that haunts us until we make our peace with them and let them go. The problem, however, is that we tend to spend a great deal of energy in attempting to avoid the truth. We construct an image of ourselves that seeks to shield us from a confrontation with our ghosts. Hence we often encounter them only late at night, in the corridors of our dreams.

That which we cannot speak of is the one thing about whom and to whom we must never stop speaking.

To believe is human to doubt is divine.

If you cannot speak your brokenness, your brokenness will speak for you.

Christianity can be described as a theological materialism: It is that which transforms our material existence. If our faith does not throw us into the arms of the world, if it does not lead to our experience of responsibility, love, celebration, and our commitment to transformation, then, whatever we call it, we have nothing but an empty shell.

I deny the resurrection every time I turn my back on the poor or become a cog in a system of injustice

Here God is not approached as an object that we must love, but as a mystery present in the very act of love itself.