In death, what we thought was lost is, wondrously, restored to us. What we feared could never be accomplished is achieved.

We have every reason to be worried and fearful of the modern world, but it is not the spirit of Christ that inflames us with odium.

Jesus did not simply speak of a life to come. He revealed such a life and gave us a glimpse of it when he rose from the dead.

Now imagine what God’s love, after this life, can do to transform you.

What began here on earth is lost, mostly without a trace. But who looks for the seed that died when the mighty tree raises its leafed branches to the sky?

Who you are and what you desire determines what you see. So what does God see when he looks upon you?

Prayer is a frightening loss of control, in which we are forced to confront ourselves. It’s a profoundly humbling experience.

In rural America, shrinking parishes have to share priests. That’s nothing to fear.

God is pure goodness, pure love, pure beauty. Look for those things in your life, and you will see God.

You just cannot be a disciple of Christ without trying to fly, at least a little, in this life. You must risk letting go.