It is so beautifully ironic that St. Francis - the great lover of animals - is now a pigeon's target in countless yards.
If I were as good at praying as I am at not praying I'd be really holy.
If the heart is hardened, the intellect is darkened.
Giving God permission to make you a saint will ruin your life.
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.
When a majority of my prayers are for others to change, I've gotten off track. Lord, change this sinner's heart.