I found some lines of a poem last night that sticks with me, mainly because I think it's what the church ought to be at its best. Czeslaw Milosz wrote:
Who among us would accept a universe in which there was not one voice
Of compassion, pity, understanding?
To be human is to be completely alien amid the galaxies.
Which is sufficient reason for erecting, together with others, the temples of an unimaginable mercy.