The following is a phrase we don't hear enough but that I sincerely mean (and our culture needs to hear more often): I love being married.

In the Lord's Prayer, Jesus offers more than God's personal email or private cell number - He offers us a heart transplant.

Much of Satan's time is spent trying to make you remember what God has already forgotten. Reconcile, rejoice, and look forward.

As I get older I've come to realize that the best way to "get even" with someone is to forgive - and then forget.

A rib... loaves and fish... some spit... God can do a lot with a little.

Oh, how much holier the world would be if more people invoked their right to remain silent.

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.