There were so many things in the Exercises that changed me and transformed me, that showed me who I was...and where I believe God wants me to be.

What Black Elk taught his people was to depend instead on something harder to take away than guns, the trust that prayers in their own language, delivered in their own way, would reach the god they addressed as Tunkashila.

I haven't heard much from Jesus lately. But today I saw him, sketched in pencil by the hand of a mass murderer.

Eyes of faith see things in the world that others insist are just not there.

The dubia stem from a fundamental misunderstanding of the nature of 'Amoris Laetitia' and the renewal that began with Vatican II.