Because of His visitation, we may no longer desire God as if He were lacking: our redemption is no longer a question of pursuit but of surrender to Him who is always and everywhere present.
My journey into the Anglican fold was, in part, a move toward Rome (as well as toward Constantinople), at least in a certain sense.
Sometimes our silence and lack of action result from complete horror or rage, but sometimes, both are a result of our privileged position.
I may not solve the world’s problems, but I can pray if I am attentive and open to interruptions.
Bobbie Carlyle has sculpted the statue of the Self Made Man, the ideal icon of the present age. It is also a myth. One wonders if an adequate interpretation would be of an anxious person trying to shed the weighty stone entrapping him.