I won't defile my blessings by imagining that I deserve them. Until every human receives the dignity I casually enjoy, I pray my heart aches with tension and my belly rumbles for injustice.

Usually the things we think we need become the very things we need a break from.

Be patient. Do the best with what you know. When you know more, adjust the trajectory.

There are only 24 hours in a day. We need to quit trying to be awesome and instead be wise.

We have this one life to offer; there is no second chance.

Maybe we don’t recognize satisfaction because it is disguised as radical generosity, a strange misnomer in a consumer culture.

While the richest people on earth pray to get richer, the rest of the world begs for intervention with their faces pressed to the window, watching us drink our coffee, unruffled by their suffering.

When the jars of clay remember they are jars of clay, the treasure within gets all the glory, which seems somehow more fitting.

Obedience isn’t a lack of fear. It’s just doing it scared.

For whatever reason I was born into privilege; I've never known hunger, poverty, or despair. I have been blessed, blessed, blessed--relationally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.

When we realize we can stop being Jesus defenders, we can start being Jesus representatives .

I'm not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.

Many large corporations are actually modeled on hell, ' Brother Frank added. 'The policies and organization are almost idential. Hell, of course, is much worse.

The most costly disease is not cancer or coronaries. The most costly disease is boredom - costly for both individual and society.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was Gotcha!

A psychic once read my palm and told me I was my mother's mother in a past life. Isn't that weird?

Compassion is not helpless pity, but an awareness and determination that demands action.

I did denounce it. I de-I denounced it. I denounced interracial dating. I denounced anti-Catholic bigacy... bigotry.

Well I was an asthmatic child. So that for most of my childhood I was in bed. Bedridden.

What we name must answer to us; we can shape it if not control it.

What else could I tell them? I like my women like I like my whiskey: 12 years old and mixed up with coke.