So, who is Mary? Like any other character in the Gospel, we are meant to try on her life in meditation, to learn from her what it means to be a disciple. Mary is one of us.

The Christmas season is not your savior. Christ is. Your inability to feel joy in response to a season says nothing about your relationship to your savior.

A do-over. Who has not wanted one, at times with no little desperation? That’s what God gives us in Christ.

It’s hard to know how to live without hope. Is it even possible?

Religion is what happens when spirituality moves from speculation and desire into participation and commitment.

A mystic declaration links all its cosmography to a concrete moment in history.

You can cherish life and surrender it when you know that it is never insignificant, that your story matters, that you exist to love the author of our tale.

Jesus does not draw attention to the widow and her “two small coins” because he wants you to do some good work or to donate a certain percentage of your resources.

We experience the death of others—but not as they do. We only know that they are gone, and that fact alone is nigh impossible to comprehend.

The utter multitude of souls created and redeemed by God is necessary to imagine even a fraction of God’s plenitude.