In his own divine depth, the Holy Spirit remains an utter mystery, but we have nonetheless felt his true touch.

In his ascension, Christ no longer limits himself in time and space. He is wherever and whenever his church seeks him in the Spirit.

Is God leading us into a desert, a sacramental wilderness because here he intends to speak to our hearts?

You can profess facts, but you can only trust a face. You can only entrust yourself to a person.

“The Lord speaks in the sacred Scriptures,” some might say. “There, you hear the voice of the shepherd.” This is good, but it is just not good enough.

Love is a resolve we must renew each day. We ought to remember this when we promise we will live differently, more deeply, once life returns to normal.

Staying behind closed doors may make us feel safe, but it keeps us from the people, the events and experiences that we need in order to grow into the selves we were meant to become.

The contagion that matters most the Son of God will receive into his own flesh.

The core of the church is contained in these words of Christ: “Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them” (Mt 18:20). The church must gather, must be collected by the call of Christ in order to fully be the church.

A virus can keep us from gathering. A spirit-wound, it can curtail the sacramental life Christ gave us. But no virus can separate us from Christ.