The current situation, in which faith professed has little impact on the whole or life, is not unique to our times, nor is it a recent development. But it is currently at an acute stage. History has brought us to the point where the Christian message is thought to be...
If there is to be peace in the world, there must be peace in the nations. If there is to be peace in the nations, there must be peace in the cities. If there is to be peace in the cities, there must be peace between neighbors. If there is to be peace between...
Christ will come expected or unexpected, when God is ready, even while we are loudly demanding signs and proofs which close our hearts and minds to the Wildness of Love.
Seasons of waiting are seasons of contemplation—of quietness and resting in God, of letting go, of self-yielding. They are times when we watch and listen with the eyes and ears of our heart. Advent, more than any other liturgical season, is about this kind of...
When the song of the angels is stilled,When the star in the sky is gone,When the kings and princes are home,When the shepherds are back with their flock, The work of Christmas begins: To find the lost, To heal the broken, To feed the hungry, To release the prisoner,...
I believe firmly that the moment our hearts are emptied of pride and selfishness and ambition and everything that is contrary to God’s law, the Holy Spirit will fill every corner of our hearts. But if we are full of pride and conceit and ambition and the world, there...
Until you hear Jesus in the silence of your own heart, you will not be able to hear him say “I thirst” in the heart of the poor.
Remember that when you leave this earth, you can take with you nothing that you have received—only what you have given: a full heart, enriched by honest service; love; sacrifice and courage.
Choral music is not one of life’s frills. It’s something that goes to the very heart of our humanity, our sense of community, and our souls.
I think midlife is when the universe gently places her hands upon your shoulders, pulls you close, and whispers in your ear: “I’m not screwing around. It’s time. All of this pretending and performing—these coping mechanisms that you’ve developed to protect yourself...