It is so beautifully ironic that St. Francis - the great lover of animals - is now a pigeon's target in countless yards.

It's funny how the closer you get to God, the more you realize how far you are from Him.

If more husbands and fathers would put as much energy into their marriages and families as they do their jobs, the world would change.

I'm a sinner. I don't always love God as strongly as I could or as directly as I should. Ash Wednesday reminds me that it is only through God that I have life; He gave it to me. God forgives. He loves. And He gives this sinner a second chance. Put simply: my God kicks ash.

The miracle of Good Friday is that there was no miracle. Legions of angels stood - with swords sheathed - watching as the Son took our place.

You can usually tell by the look on someone's face if they woke up counting their problems or their blessings.

The amount of "followers" you have does not make you better than anyone else. Hitler had millions. Jesus had twelve.