I am a sinner. This is the most accurate definition. It is not a figure of speech, a literary genre. I am a sinner.

Imagine, to become a priest there are eight years of study and preparation, and then if after a while you can't do it, you can ask for a dispensation, you leave, and everything is OK.

I believe in the kindness of others, and that I must love them without fear.

It's not a problem that we're sinners; it's a problem that we aren't ashamed of our sin and don't seek forgiveness.

In the moment of hardship, we ask why some things happen. In those moments of suffering, questioning prayers that do not ask for explanations but beg the Lord to accompany us are the most useful

More than by fear of going astray, my hope is that we will be moved by the fear of remaining shut up within structures which give us a false sense of security, within rules which make us harsh judges, within habits which make us feel safe, while at our door people are starving and Jesus does not tire of saying to us: 'Give them something to eat.'

Mere administration can no longer be enough. Throughout the world, let us be permanently in a state of mission.