The atheist barista (who's obsessed with astrology) asked me, "So what's your sign?" I responded, "The sign of the cross." I think she spit in my coffee.

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

Everything we have - every blessing, every talent - is a gift from our Father. The only thing that's all ours is our sin.

Prayer is where the cross changes shoulders.

If we could see, even for a split second, the depths of God's love for us - all we'd want to do is worship and prayer would never seem a chore.

Maybe if we said that sin causes cancer, people would take it more seriously.

Are you willing to go the extra mile in this new year to know God?