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.

No one dies for God as an unspeakable mystery, as simply the word we use for the openness of the human spirit.

Because we are not free. Because we live under the tyranny of terror that sin uses to enslave us. We think that mercy will weaken us, destroy our position of strength.

Our faith tells us that Christ chose to suffer on our behalf and that when we choose to do the same, in the service of others, we imitate Jesus in our own lives.

We were not meant to run, were not meant to be hunted. We were meant to be loved.