God despises bores. Easter reminds us of this. Put the redemption of the world into our hands, and we’d come up with something unimaginative, uninspiring, and probably much too believable.
Until our own end, Christ’s Passion remains the singular source of salvation and holiness — in the sacraments, and in our love of him by acts of penance, reparation, and solidarity.
True vocation, true work, is not a distraction from something more important.
God’s love is something counter-cultural, offensive, and ego-insulting. It is not free, but costly.
We’ve forgotten what art is for. We need places to live, work, and worship: They are useful for us when they reflect our value as creatures of Beauty itself.
For Christians, the Paschal mystery is the hub from which all the spokes of the wheel emanate.
Our concept of communion with the departed is anchored in our theology of Baptism. Baptism begins eternal life.