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.

“Death in life” must happen in this life if we are truly to live. We have to encounter an event that overturns our agenda, our way of being in the world, our very sense of self.

To be a Christian is to accept the story in which we find ourselves. It is to know that our actions do have consequences. We cannot simply wait for a better world to come along.

The Eucharist is the original A.A. meeting. We need to encourage each other, remind each other that we are not alone, that our savior has called us together.

What if my priorities about what matters to God are wrong? After all, I am a sinful person, aren’t I? Therefore, I am somewhat blinded by sin, prejudiced in all my judgments.

Why do we preach a crucified, humiliated savior? Because humility opens us.

Love created us to be distinct from itself so that we could choose to love. It will not annihilate us, overwhelm who we are.