Disaster movies do us the psychological service of forcing a quick march through the worst that could happen. At the end we see that you win a few, you lose a few, some cars are up in trees, and only the most attractive of the young people have survived.

God's presence is not just Light, and Life, but Love. And Love invites, but does not compel.

Dusty, dark, cold, and hard, coal has no beauty of its own, but when it is consummated by fire it is beautiful and becomes what it was designed to be.

Everyone wants to transform, but nobody wants to change.

It is not a loss of inert, amorphous tissue, but of a growing being unique in history.

No woman wants an abortion as she wants an ice cream cone or a Porsche. She wants an abortion as an animal caught in a trap wants to gnaw off its own leg.

Could a body broken and blood spilled two thousand years ago restore my own damaged life?