It’s hard to remember that Jesus did not come to make us safe, but rather to make us disciples, citizens of God’s new age, a kingdom of surprise.

The courageous have fears that cowards never know.

Our hope in life beyond death is a hope made possible, not by some general sentimental belief in life after death, but by our participation in the life of Christ.

Saints cannot exist without a community, as they require, like all of us, nurturance by a people who, while often unfaithful, preserve the habits necessary to learn the story of God.

Jesus is Lord, and everything else is bullshit.

No powers determine our lives more completely than those we think we have under our control. I

I am a Congregationalist with Catholic sensibilities. Which probably explains how I ended up in a Episcopal church.