The dreams get anchored in aged wisdom not some utopian fantasy.

There's an understanding of common prayer that I think we're seeing grow, more and more. When I travel, I hear from people who are deeply touched that our common prayer takes time to remember some of the terrible tragedies that have happened around the world.

Someday war and poverty will be crazy and we will wonder how the world allowed such things to exist.

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

There are some things to die for but none to kill for.

It's impossible to separate our contemporary practice of the death penalty from our history around race and slavery, and specifically, lynching. Where lynchings were happening 100 years ago is where executions are happening today. And that's a haunting and eerie thing.

Over and over, when I ask God why all of these injustices are allowed to exist in the world, I can feel the Spirit whisper to me, You tell me why we allow this to happen. You are my body, my hands, my feet.