My church is in the detention facilities where I preside and celebrate the Eucharist. To me that's the church. That's the people of God.

God seems to be an unwilling participant in our efforts to pigeonhole Him.

I don't save people. God saves people. I can point them in the right direction. I can say, 'There's that door. I think if you walked through it, you'd be happier than you are.'

The arms of God reach to embrace, and somehow you feel yourself just outside God's fingertips.

I always have a funny story at communion time that underscores that no one is perfect, and that communion is not for perfect people but for hungry people.

Meaningful oversight must include proper scrutiny of all U.S. detention facilities, whether those facilities are located on U.S. or foreign soil.