Doubts are the ants in the pants of faith. They keep it awake and moving.

Faith is stepping out into the unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.

There is always the poet, the lunatic, the lover; there is always the religious man who is a queer mixture of the three.

Go where your best prayers take you.

It is not objective proof of God's existence that we want but, whether we use religious language for it or not, the experience of God's presence.

Our father. We have killed him, and we will kill him again, and our world will kill him. And yet he is there. It is he who listens at the door. It is he who is coming. It is our father who is about to be born. Through Jesus Christ our Lord.