In the sacrament of his most holy body and blood, Christ claims and consecrates not only us but all of his creation.

God simply is a triad of love: a going out in love, a return in love and thus, ever more, love itself.

We speak of spirits and ghosts when we encounter the sort of meaning that only another person can share with us, yet we cannot locate that person in our world.

And dads, too.

We often imagine our own deaths, though typically what we picture is our funeral.

History records many great men and women who would have been set aside without the aid of someone able to see past their faults.

When someone “becomes our cross,” the Father is asking us to become their Christ.

You will be all your ages, for none of them was granted to you without purpose.

Who would make sunshine, flowers, rainbows, puppies and babies without expecting anything in return?

Leonardo da Vinci believed that man was a microcosm of the world, imbued with meaning.