We like to fancy ourselves as free from an enveloping world.

Part of growing up is realizing that someone is waiting for us, that someday someone is going to ask us to share life with him or her. All of that is sewn into the dreamed-of dress.

“Wheat and Weeds” is the parable Christ gave us to bite down on when we feel that we do not belong. Christ and his compassion have not abandoned us.

We listen to the sacred Scriptures week after week, year after year. Why does it take a diagnosis, a divorce, a death, a setback or a struggle for us to hear them?

Though liberation is often won through violence, love can never conquer through compulsion. Love must always be meek.

Jesus did not speak of great prophets, who would follow him. No, he told us to expect humble souls, “little ones,” people we might not even notice if we do not keep our eyes open and our hearts receptive.

Strictly speaking, anyone spreading ideas, good or bad, engages in propaganda. Preaching is propaganda. St. Paul wrote propaganda.

A reflection of the feast of Corpus Christi, by the Rev. Terrance Klein

In his own divine depth, the Holy Spirit remains an utter mystery, but we have nonetheless felt his true touch.

In his ascension, Christ no longer limits himself in time and space. He is wherever and whenever his church seeks him in the Spirit.