I turned and looked directly into the boy’s face. The laughing and trash-talking paused for a moment.
You cannot tell religion in some language that is not really the first language of the people.
When you hear these things, you recognize in them a kind of vitality, a truth that makes it seems like you have known them all along.
Jesus came into our world with the gift of forgiveness and left behind the gift of peace.
All of time and space collapses into this one crushing instant.
If Christ disrupts us… will we hear him?
Each threshold has within it some element of fear – some deep mystery that makes us uneasy.
And where there is mystery… Where there is transformation… There is God.
The problem with associating spectacle with religion, is that spectacle does not like to share.
It uses up all the air in the room
It exists for its own sake.
“Well,” my mother said “Jesus said that the stones could sing, not that they did.”
“Well,” I said, undaunted, “could they?”
It seems like the gospel writer is sneaking in little mean hearted comments just to make sure that we don’t mistake Judas’ remark for the remark of a caring person. Because, on the surface of it, it does seem like the objection of a caring person.