It took the theft of our church’s tabernacle for me to comprehend the sanctity of its contents.

I feel qualified to tell everyone who has not attempted to nurse an infant to shut it.

Sometimes, standing in a spot and truly acknowledging pain may be the best thing we can do.

For people who live in New York City, Times Square is a nightmare place, a hellish whirlpool of bodies, noise and capitalism. But this weekend I discovered something new and not awful there.

The greatest evangelization we can offer is a joyful church.

I don’t know about you, but I find when things around me are getting crazy, it becomes difficult to connect to any deeper sense of self or God.