I found a great quote in my inbox today. I don’t remember where I found it, because I had emailed it to myself (I do that).
My so-called love for humanity, for instance, isn’t something I get to carry around in my heart. It has to find application among the weird, desperate people who populate my daily experience. It has to put on flesh. If it doesn’t, I might take pleasure in the warm, fuzzy feeling of my personal, private faith, but it wouldn’t be appropriate to call it Christianity.
I like it because I’m selfish, and I like to think that I’m not. But I am.