On the Feast of All Souls, we recall how different God is from us, how wonderfully alien the halls of heaven are.

When we gather for Eucharist, we gather with Christ and with all of his saints.

No one dies for God as an unspeakable mystery, as simply the word we use for the openness of the human spirit.

Because we are not free. Because we live under the tyranny of terror that sin uses to enslave us. We think that mercy will weaken us, destroy our position of strength.

Our faith tells us that Christ chose to suffer on our behalf and that when we choose to do the same, in the service of others, we imitate Jesus in our own lives.

We were not meant to run, were not meant to be hunted. We were meant to be loved.

What do we say to those whose marriages failed? Do we say that something went wrong in God’s great gift to you?

Our separation from others begins within the human heart.

If innocence cannot find a home in your heart, love will never conquer the world.

God is the small burst of joy that suddenly reveals how dark our worlds really are.