We, Jesus' followers, are the agents assigned to carry out God's will on earth. Too easily we expect God to do something for us when instead God wants to do it through us.

Christ bears the wounds of the church, his body, just as he bore the wounds of crucifixion. I sometimes wonder which have hurt worse.

Imperfection is the prerequisite for grace. Light only gets in through the cracks.

I have yet to find any support in the Bible for an attitude of smugness: Ah, they deserve their punishment; watch them squirm.

Be still. In that focus, all else comes into focus. In that rift in my routine, the universe falls into alignment.

Sometimes I feel like the most liberal person among conservatives, and sometimes like the most conservative among liberals.

Our best efforts at changing society will fall short unless the church can teach the world how to love.