In our baptism, each of us has been chosen. So many others in this world have not. We must constantly ask ourselves: Why?

We use the words “mystery” and “miracle” not to say that science has been stumped but rather to express the expansive claim that an event makes upon us.

“It is not right to take the food of the children and throw it to the dogs,” Jesus told her. Yet she is not repelled by his parable. She engages it.

Like Peter, we might envy the one who walks on water, thinking that more control of our lives is all that we need.

We like to fancy ourselves as free from an enveloping world.

Part of growing up is realizing that someone is waiting for us, that someday someone is going to ask us to share life with him or her. All of that is sewn into the dreamed-of dress.

“Wheat and Weeds” is the parable Christ gave us to bite down on when we feel that we do not belong. Christ and his compassion have not abandoned us.

We listen to the sacred Scriptures week after week, year after year. Why does it take a diagnosis, a divorce, a death, a setback or a struggle for us to hear them?

Though liberation is often won through violence, love can never conquer through compulsion. Love must always be meek.

Jesus did not speak of great prophets, who would follow him. No, he told us to expect humble souls, “little ones,” people we might not even notice if we do not keep our eyes open and our hearts receptive.