When we get ashes we are not publicly proclaiming our greatness, but God’s. We are not saying, 'look at how great I am,' but 'ask me about how great my God is!'

A homeless man standing at the off-ramp: the question in these moments isn't whether Jesus is in Him, but in me.

Oh, how thunderous the applause must be in Heaven, all those times we are mocked on earth for the sake of His name.

If you want to live as a Christian, get comfortable with being uncomfortable.

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

A broken heart is merely an empty manger. Invite the Virgin and the carpenter to pray beside you. Invite the Savior to dwell there.

Your faith is measured by how well you love those who can't stand you.