"…It was the ragged vastness of our different spiritual lives that pointed, for me, to a larger force. It made me even more of a believer to accept that none of us, fundamentalist or radical or orthodox, Muslim or Jew or Christian, could adequately sum God up. If you believed that God had created all life - protozoa and bears, coral and eels, mold and kingfishers and roses - wasn’t it reasonable to assume that there wasn’t one single template for human belief, one single way to get it right?
My way was through the struggles of the world. It meant wrestling with the unavoidably political Gospel of incarnation and murder, and a Jesus who died poor at the hands of an empire. Yet it proclaimed a risen Christ, alive in what I new was the repeating, beating heart of the story - that the face of the stranger is God’s face, and all people are one body: God’s."