Have you ever noticed how many of our popular, secular Christmas songs are not about the day itself but rather about hope and longing as that date draws near?

If you are wondering about those who lead you, ask yourself: Do they call you to something higher, something that demands your own growth?

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.