We May Not Know Whether Our Understanding

The Test Of Love Is In How One Relates Not To Saints And Scholars But To Rascals.

The Time For The Kingdom May Be Far Off, But The Task Is Plain: To Retain Our Share In God In Spite Of Peril And Contempt. There Is A War To Wage Against The Vulgar, The Glorification Of The Absurd, A War That Is Incessant, Universal. Loyal To The Presence Of The Ultimate In The Common, We May Be Able To Make It Clear That Man Is More Than Man, That In Doing The Finite He May Perceive The Infinite .

For Many Of Us The March From Selma To Montgomery Was About Protest And Prayer. Legs Are Not Lips And Walking Is Not Kneeling. And Yet Our Legs Uttered Songs. Even Without Words, Our March Was Worship. I Felt My Legs Were Praying.

We Are Closer To God When We Are Asking Questions Than When We Think We Have The Answers.

I Would Say About Individuals, A Individual Dies When They Cease To To Be Surprised. I Am Surprised Every Morning When I See The Sunshine Again. When I See An Act Of Evil I Don't Accomodate, I Don't Accomodate Myself To The Violence That Goes On Everywhere. I Am Still So Surprised! That Is Why I Am Against It. We Must Learn To Be Surprised.