Telling our stories is what saves us. The story is enough... The very act of storytelling of arranging memory and invention according to the structure of narrative is by definition holy.
There are times when we stop we sit still. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.
Before entering the seminary I had not encountered the life-changing potential of reading as a source of meaning as a way of ordering one's inner life and being rooted in the world.
Memory is a political act. Forgetfulness is the handmaiden of tyranny.
There are so many flaws .. I don't think they can be fixed.
The whole story of human and personal progress is an unmitigated tale of denials today-denials of rest denials or repose and comfort and ease and pleasure-that tomorrow may be richer.