Just To Be Is A Blessing. Just

Faith Is Not The Clinging To A Shrine But An Endless Pilgrimage Of The Heart. Audacious Longing, Burning Songs, Daring Thoughts, An Impulse Overwhelming The Heart, Usurping The Mind--these Are All A Drive Towards Serving Him Who Rings Our Hearts Like A Bell. It Is As If He Were Waiting To Enter Our Empty, Perishing Lives.

When I Marched With Martin Luther King In Selma, I Felt My Legs Were Praying.

To Serve Does Not Mean To Surrender But To Share.

Prayer Begins Where Our Power Ends.

Then Comes The Insight That All Is God. One Still Realizes That The World Is As It Was, But It Does Not Matter, It Does Not Affect One's Faith.