My christian spirituality is not perfect, neat, orderly, consistent, clean, complete, or even nice; instead, the reality is that my spirituality is messy, is unfinished, it’s not neat, it’s not balanced, it’s not orderly, it’s complicated, it’s sloppy, it’s unclean, it’s chaotic, it’s also imperfect, flawed, broken, it’s up and down … it’s anything but finished and complete. My spirituality is a paradoxical tension between idealism, realism, and the presence of great mystery.
Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.