It's pretty sad that when people see a guy buying flowers, they assume he's in trouble.

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

What did all the saints have in common? They feared sin more than even physical death.

Consider God's love for you. Now double it. Now multiply that by 900 trillion. You're still not even close.

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.

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!'

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.