Don't make Christ ride shotgun.

Consider God's love for you. Now double it. Now multiply that by 900 trillion. You're still not even close.

If the heart is hardened, the intellect is darkened.

It's been a few days since I've seen my kids. My hearts racing; I can't wait to hold them. This is just a glimpse into God's heart at Mass.

It's one of the greatest comforts of working in ministry: the unspoken certitude that your spouse did not marry you for your money.

The truest friends are usually the ones telling you what you don't want to hear.

Fatherhood has taught me when it's too quiet my kids are usually sinning. God the Father knows the same. Are you praying?