We the church ought to be a people marked by joy, like guests at a wedding feast.

Being human does not get any harder than when there is a rupture between meaning and love

Lots of people get crusty as they age. Only the saints get slippery.

The moment we begin to measure, we know nothing of love, know nothing of God.

Sin rips apart the soul. Draw your image as best you can.

We cannot be human, cannot be ourselves, without other human beings.