On this day, under the appearance of bread and wine, Christ claims creation itself to be his eucharistic body and blood.

A father is a father even when he is absent.

Christ did not rise from the dead to roam the cosmos. He rose from the dead to enter each human heart, to dwell there as a love that never dies, never diminishes.

Christ has carried our humanity into God. This means that we matter, that what happens to the least of us matters.

The finale of “Game of Thrones” is rather profound—and rooted in the Gospel.

Overwhelmed in the present, we have lost all feel for the future. So let’s say this of eternal life: It is where waiting comes to an end.