I see the living God in the comedian who makes me laugh, in the young man who interviews me with trembling lips, in the joy of the World Series, in the excitement of a no-hitter. In a young pitcher's struggle to win twenty games. I see the living god in a heart transplant, in the excitement of the Preakness or the Kentucky Derby, in a child's attempt to walk, in a baby's struggle to say a meaningful word. I see the living God in a work of art that makes me gasp, in a piece of sculpture that tells me something of myself.
— James Kavanaugh, God Lives