Belief

I believe love is stronger than hate.

I believe music can heal.

I believe Scripture is poetry
and law
and story
and truth...beauty.

I believe in blessings undeserved.

I believe in the restoration of sinners.

I believe in the full inclusion of humanity in God's redemptive story.

I believe smiles are as contagious as yawns.

I believe the soul and the body are at least halfway connected.
And both will be resurrected.

I believe in protecting our vulnerable and honoring our elderly.

I believe the fact that we have not arrived yet is grace.

I believe there is potential and raw mercy in the tragic, desperate.

I believe the imprisoned, accused, forgotten, and hated are my brothers and sisters.

I believe all trials will end,
and they don't compare to glory.

I believe sweetness is found in melancholy.

I believe God meets us in the sweeping-of-the-floors ordinariness of our days.

I believe in the Church.

I believe in books, in words on a page.

I believe worship is response, adoration.

I believe we have more to give than charity.

I believe in Liberal Arts educations
and religious educations
and all educations.

I believe in community, simplicity, and sharing.

I believe in nonviolent protest, resolution, and peace.

I believe what we eat matters.

I believe in stewardship of resources, personalities, status in society, and the earth.

I believe investing in my own tradition is better than running to a new one.

I believe home is a Nashville summer night.

I believe in the power of youth.

I believe God loves to forgive, speak, correct, and heal. I believe God dances with us.

I believe submission is victory.

I believe friends are approximately 1/3 of what life's about.

I believe in reincarnation sometimes.

I believe Jews are my family, that they will meet Jesus, and that there is a future for Jerusalem.

I believe there is something mysterious an earth-shattering about the difference between kairos and chronos.

I believe heaven is coming to earth.

I believe waiting and action, being and doing, trusting and fearing, are two sides of the same coin.

I believe in flowers, yoga, roadtrips, G chords, and the color white.

I believe in questions and answers.

I believe in today.

I believe in you.

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