[T]he demand for radical love of God is indistinguishable from the radical love of those who have no claim on us. So prayer comes to focus on that vortex: where freedom to give and receive the abundance of God’s love spills over into, comprehends, includes, becomes the essence of the splendour of love of the vulnerable and the dispossessed.
Where there is great love there are always miracles. — Willa Cather
The object of redemption is not that we should be rescued from the world, but that we should be rescued for it. For life!
Oh, Lord, I’ve made you a place in my heart, and I hope now you’ll leave it alone.
Only when we are lured out of ourselves, attached to something greater, are we moved to righteousness.
To be healed is a prelude to becoming a healer.
The fruit of silence is prayer. The fruit of faith is love. The fruit of love is service.
Even if a man were in rapture like St. Paul and knew of one who was in need of food he would do better by feeding that person than by remaining in ecstasy.
We imitate whom we adore.
The world is waiting for new saints, ecstatic men and women who are so deeply rooted in the love of God that they are free to imagine a new international order. . . . Most people despair that [it] is possible. They cling to old ways and prefer the security of their misery to the insecurity of their joy. But the few who dare to sing a new song of peace are the new St. Francises of our time, offering a glimpse of a new order that is being born out of the ruin of the old.