Praying in a time of fear is a bit like learning to ride a bicycle. It goes against the grain of fear itself.

Something that happened more than 2,000 years ago will draw all of time, all of the longings of the human heart, into itself.

In the life of every long-lived man and woman, the future flows into promise, then fades into peril and panic.

The whole world may not be at war, but sometimes our personal worlds do collapse.

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.