To live in the real, to reject illusion is to set our face toward growth and toward God.

You might ask, “Shouldn’t we all pretend to be Jesus?” We should, but that does not seem to have gotten most of us all that far. Perhaps a humbler role is a better beginning.

The Beatitudes do not describe the world in which we live. They tell us how to live in this world so as to seed one yet to come. Belief in another world gives us the courage to resist and to renew this one.

We feel regret when we recognize that are past behaviors were too small, too defensive, too rooted in our own selves.

By itself, suffering is no gateway to greatness. Yet it’s hard to find titans of history who didn’t know great sorrow.

In and of themselves neither the church nor the Scriptures are the very revelation of God; they are only the two witnesses who point to the Christ, who is.

Psychedelics can blur the line between science and spirituality—but Christian mysticism cannot be studied.

And what would millennial Jesus make of the comments section?

What might be seen when the one looking looks again in a new way?

If, so often, the sad fate of women is to bear what men have wrought, Mary does this like no other.