In Lent, we fast, we pray and we give to the poor. God does not love us more for doing these things. God cannot love us more. So why do we bother?

We know that nothing stays the same, yet we live as though nothing ever changes.

To be a creature is to have an origin, one we neither fashioned nor chose. To be a child of God is to have a destiny, one we freely choose, a gift we are given to cherish.

That may indeed happen, and if it does, you will immediately, intuitively know this: You are going to be purified.

If revolt against injustice, oppression and sorrow begins in the heart, it will not die. The broken heart is the tomb from which Christ rises.

St. Thomas never wrote again, though much has been penned about this great theologian’s descent into silence before his death in 1274. What should we make of it?