Andrew M. Greeley (February 5, 1928 – May 29, 2013) was an American Roman Catholic priest, sociologist, journalist and popular novelist.
The seminaries must face the fact that they are not turning out well-trained professional clergy. They must realize that preaching is creative work and that some element of creativity should be required as a condition for ordination.
I think the real problem for American religion are those minority of fundamentalists who try to identify political policies with religion.
In God, the characteristics of men and women that we admire in men and women are combined. That's been a traditional Catholic teaching that God is the combination of opposites.
It should be no surprise that when rich men take control of the government, they pass laws that are favorable to themselves. The surprise is that those who are not rich vote for such people, even though they should know from bitter experience that the rich will continue to rip off the rest of us.
Everyone takes surveys. Whoever makes a statement about human behavior has engaged in a survey of some sort.
I think the only kind of acceptable evangelization is the evangelization of good example.
My songs will pass and be forgotten. What counts, however, is that I sang them.
Angels are wonderful and exciting, and they have the appeal of beings who will take care of us and manifest God's personal concern.
Would it not be much better to have a president who deliberately lied to the people because he thought a war was essential than to have one who was so dumb as to be taken in by intelligence agencies, especially those who told him what he wanted to hear?
If there is not laughter in intimacy, it becomes heavy, burdensome, and dull. At my best moments, the love dialogue I try to carry on with You each day is comic-what could be more comic than a human addressing the Ground of Being as an intimate? It's a kind of blasphemy that I dare because you have called for it, and that is pretty humorous, too.
When I can go just where I want to go, There is a copse of birch trees that I know; And, as in Eden Adam walked with God, When in that quiet aisle my feet have trod I have found peace among the silver trees, Known comfort in the cool kiss of the breeze Heard music in its whisper, and have known Most certainly that I was not alone!
We're given second chances every day of our life. We don't usually take them, but they're there for the taking.
Nobody puts constraints on God. She doesn't like it.
The leadership lost its nerve. Instead of taking the lead in the reform movement. . . they pulled the plug on it. They tried and are still trying to return the church to the dry ice of the previous century and a half.
Angels represent God's personal care for each one of us.
We are born with two incurable diseases, life, from which we die, and hope, which says maybe death isn't the end.