If all the Christians- I mean all of 'em- got outta the pews on Sundays and into the streets, we'd shut the city down.
We'd shut down hunger.
We'd shut down loneliness.
We'd shut down the notion that there is any such of a thing as a person that don't deserve a kind word and a second chance.

Most of the people are no thicker than Formica, yet they hunger obscurely for some continuity with the place and with each other.

There has been a drastic change. Although we can't say with certainty why, detainees on hunger strike have begun to eat.

Whoever hungers for living Bread, shall be filled.

Security isn't what I hunger for. I hunger for change. I hunger for connection.

If you are going to call yourself a Christian-and I don't-then you have to ask yourself a fundamental question, and that is: Whom would Jesus torture? Whom would Jesus drag around on a dog's leash? How can Christians tolerate it? It is unconscionable. It has put our young men and women who are over there, fighting a war that they should not have been asked to fight-it has put them in greater danger.