In The Midst Of Our Applauding The

We Must First Peer Into The Darkness, Feel Strangled And Entombed In The Hopelessness Of Living Without God, Before We Are Ready To Feel The Presence Of His Living Light.

When I Marched With Martin Luther King In Selma, I Felt My Legs Were Praying.

The Issue Of Prayer Is Not Prayer; The Issue Of Prayer Is God.

Faith Is Not The Clinging To A Shrine But An Endless Pilgrimage Of The Heart. Audacious Longing, Burning Songs, Daring Thoughts, An Impulse Overwhelming The Heart, Usurping The Mind--these Are All A Drive Towards Serving Him Who Rings Our Hearts Like A Bell. It Is As If He Were Waiting To Enter Our Empty, Perishing Lives.

Indifference To Evil Is More Insidious Than Evil Itself. It Is A Silent Justification Affording Evil Acceptability In Society.