The real evidence for Jesus and Christianity is in how Jesus and the Christianity based on him manifest themselves in the lives of practicing Christians.
I was certainly open for something being on the edge of a nervous breakdown, perplexed by my own sexuality. I was gay.
Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.
In speaking of Jesus, I must speak about Christianity because I do not think it possible or profitable to divide the two.
I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.
Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.
It is not possible to unknow what you do know - the result of that is fanaticism.
It's more fun to watch without joining in.
My mother enjoyed old age, and because of her I've begun to enjoy parts of it too. So far I've had it good and am crumbling nicely.
My mother was a modern woman with a limited interest in religion. When the sun set and the fast of the Day of Atonement ended, she shot from the synagogue like a rocket to dance the Charleston.
Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.
On the way to work good-hearted young girls sometimes offer me their seats, which I accept and bless them in return, a transaction satisfying to all concerned.