When we were starting our community a bunch of older Benedictine nuns said to us, "If you have any questions or want to pick our brains, please do - we've been doing community for about 1,500 years together so we've learned a few things."

No one has seen God, but as we love one another, God lives in us.

I learned more about God from the tears of homeless mothers than any systematic theology ever taught me.

And I think that's what our world is desperately in need of - lovers, people who are building deep, genuine relationships with fellow strugglers along the way, and who actually know the faces of the people behind the issues they are concerned about.

It's hard to hear the gentle whisper of the Spirit amid the noise of Christendom.

But as I pursued that dream of upward mobility preparing for college, things just didn't fit together. As I read Scriptures about how the last will be first, I started wondering why I was working so hard to be first.

Violence is for those who have lost their imagination.