As my years and experiences have accumulated, I’ve come to recognize something I hardly imagined in my youth: that God is so big and wonderful and complex that no one group — even my own — and no individual has a monopoly on God. Nobody understands it all.
There's a gap. A gap between the possibility of holiness and the convoluted facts on the ground. There’s a distance between my daydreams, in which all things seem possible, and the possibilities that spill onto the blacktop and seep into the cracks.