Barking to the Choir: The Power of Radical Kinship

by Gregory Boyle

I’m not sure I want to spend eternity with a God who wants to be exalted, who longs to be recognized and made a big deal of. I would rather hope for a humble God who gets exhausted in delighting over and loving us.

Our mistakes are not the measure of who we are. Neither are our legs. So we choose to let the right things define us.

It would seem that, quite possibly, the ultimate measure of health in any community might well reside in our ability to stand in awe at what folks have to carry rather than in judgment at how they carry it.

How many chances a day are we given to recognize this—an opportunity to practice sacred presence? Smack dab, right in front of our eyes. We miss so much “now” because we are rushing to “next.”