Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens

Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us

You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do