I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!

We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.

I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me!" -Claudia.

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

I wish we had more visible Christian and Catholic leaders who talked about love.

Re-telling the Christian story is the essence of my vocation. That has been going on since the Evangelists in one form or another.

... what I fear in writing is the safe decision.