Whatever you believe, be open to being wrong

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.

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.

Your job is to take notes, my job is to make that impossible.

What if the church should be less concerned with creating saints than creating a world where we do not need saints? A world where people like Mother Teresa and MLK would have nothing to do.

Whatever you believe, be open to being wrong