Love cannot be violent, cannot force itself; love must endure injury with patience and without resentment.

Before Father Rother died for his people, he had farmed with them, listened to them and spoken of God to them.

It takes a certain grace to see how fear clips our wings.

On this feast, we concentrate upon the Eucharistic elements themselves: the bread and the wine, which become the very presence of Christ in our midst.

You can’t define the Trinity—but you are still meant to share it.

The Spirit is the Lord of the Harvest. The Spirit brings it, brings us, to fruition.