shoving the poor into the ghettos of our contrition

might trigger a long lost compassion, warming the breast

like a bright orange ball, full of sun

shivering in the coolness of our embrace

is this the need we're searching for

contending against crumbs flowering our world?

*A friend told me: "Sometimes we stumble into the will of God".  And I added, " Sometimes through that we fall into the Well that is God".

*When the parousia occurs, there will be somebody cleaning up the shit.

Reflections of Alan Jones:

*We are entering the realm of of faith - which is not assent to a set of propositions, but walking into the Unknown.

*Believing means not only come home to oneself, but coming home to others as well.  Many of us find belonging to a community of like-minded people sustaining and comforting.  The believer, however, understands that the relationship is not to a group of the like-minded, but to the whole human race: the ugly along with the beautiful, the failures as well as the successful, the brilliant along with the moronic.

*...behind the question "Who is God?" is the question "Who am I?"

*...contending with God, even in anger, is part of what it means to pray.

*Doubt is part of the arsenal of faith.  It keeps it fresh and honest.  In our daring to argue and in our struggle to understand, the blood begins to flow through a tried and worn-out faith.  But it is important not to try to do all this alone.