The idea of the Incarnation is just too fantastic. It is high fantasy, which is high truth. And we do well to remember that. Not to push it down and say, "Oh, this is childish." It isn't. It's being the most grown up we can possibly be.

Fantasy is a way of finding truth., but I think it's more a way of going through that into truth. Truth — the truth that we seek — is always beyond ordinary facts.

We're far too complicated to be good. But the one thing that saves us is that we know that we are loved. No matter what we do, we are still loved. We are God's beloved children by adoption and grace, and nothing can take that away.

A lot of phony fantasy is published; it doesn't lead us anywhere much. But real fantasy pushes us, opens us, makes us more aware of who we are, who the other is, and that the other may be different. We've always been frightened by differences. And fantasy, again, awakens us to the possibility of differences being positive.

Sometimes a story needs to knock us back. It usually comes at a time when we've been a little too sure, a little too fast with the answers that really are not answers at all. We forget what one of my favorite theologians called “the mystery of the word made flesh.” It is a mystery. It cannot be explained.

Everything that I believe is impossible. I can't put God the Creator into any kind of possibility that can be proven with a QED. It’s a matter of faith. And faith is for the things that cannot be proved. We can't prove it.

We are not gods. We may be a little lower than the angels, but we are not gods. We are creatures whose call it is to serve, to listen, to worship, to adore, to forgive ourselves first and then others, to dare try things we really shouldn't dare try.