We Are Born In Mystery, We Live

Built Into Human Makeup Is A Longing For A 'more' That The World Of Everyday Experience Cannot Requite.

...the Single Destination Of Sanctity Could Admit Of So Many Different Avenues Leading To It.

At The Center Of The Religious Life Is A Peculiar Kind Of Joy, The Prospect Of A Happy Ending That Blossoms From Necessarily Painful Ordeals, The Promise Of Human Difficulties Embraced And Overcome.

If Human Life Is To Survive On This Planet, The Old Dualistic Worldview, With People On One Side And The Environment On The Other, Must Yield To A New Vision That Connects Us With Everything Else And Leads Us To Care For And Take Responsibility For It.

I Have A Body And I Have A Soul. And My Body Belongs To The Faith - In Fact, The Church - Into Which It Was Born, The Methodist Church.