Lord, we know that you will come again in glory to raise the living and the dead. Resurrect us now from the death of comfort, complacency, sloth, and shallowness that we might witness to your love in life and death. Amen.
It’s hard to hear the gentle whisper of the Spirit amid the noise of Christendom.
The Christian icon is not the Stars and Stripes but a cross-flag, and its emblem is not a donkey, an elephant, or an eagle, but a slaughtered lamb.
Faith is not accepting the world as it is but insisting on building the world God wants.
Perhaps there is no more dangerous place for a Christian to be than in safety and comfort, detached from the suffering of others.
There are some things to die for but none to kill for.
I am sorry that so often the biggest obstacle to God has been Christians. Christians who have had so much to say with our mouths and so little to show with our lives. I am sorry that so often we have forgotten the Christ of our Christianity.
God can use anything, and anyone – even a king or a president, even a tax collector or a businessman, a priest or a prostitute, a Republican or a Democrat.
How can we worship a homeless man on Sunday and ignore one on Monday?
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.
Love has no limits. Compassion has no party. It is the responsibility of every human being and every institution to end poverty and to interrupt injustice.
God comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable.
It is a beautiful thing when folks in poverty are no longer just a missions project but become genuine friends and family with whom we laugh, cry, dream and struggle.
Every 70-year-old needs a young person in their lives to mentor, and every 20-year-old needs a senior.
Christianity is at its best when it is peculiar, marginalized, suffering, and it is at its worst when it is popular, credible, triumphal, and powerful.
When we ask God to move a mountain, God may give us a shovel.
I learned more about God from the tears of homeless mothers than any systematic theology ever taught me.
The dreams get anchored in aged wisdom not some utopian fantasy.
All around you, people will be tiptoeing through life, just to arrive at death safely. But dear children, do not tiptoe. Run, hop, skip, or dance, just don’t tiptoe.
We might hope to change the world through better, bigger programs to stop global warming, but global warming will not end unless people become less greedy and less wasteful, gaining a fresh vision of what it means to love our global neighbor.