Christ is God or He is the world's greatest liar and imposter.

Advent is a time of waiting, of expectation, of silence. Waiting for our Lord to be born. A pregnant woman is so happy, so content. She lives in such a garment of silence, and it is as though she were listening to hear the stir of life within her. One always hears that stirring compared to the rustling of a bird in the hand. But the intentness which which one awaits such stirring is like nothing so much as a blanket of silence.

We're under obligation to love - that's the commandment.

When it comes down to it, even on the natural plane, it is much happier and more enlivening to love than to be loved.

As we come to know the seriousness of the situation, the war, the racism, the poverty in our world, we come to realize that things will not be changed simply by words or demonstrations. Rather, it's a question of living one's life in a drastically different way.

Everything a baptized person does each day should be directly or indirectly related to the corporal and spiritual works of mercy.

Just as the birds of the air are fed, we'll continue to be fed.