After Pascal’s death, a note, written in his own hand, was discovered, sewn into the lining of his coat. He felt compelled to record the moment when the God about whom one might speculate became his living God.

We have a cycling liturgical year because the truths of our faith are larger than we can receive all at once. Perhaps ashes say it best, but even they can’t say it all, not all at once.

Metanoia is deeper than repentance. It’s a wholesale turning around, a re-orientation of everything.

Reading sacred Scripture or watching a televised Eucharist can be powerful meditations, but neither rises to the level of sacrament, the mystery by which Christ promises his presence to his church.