We must not become so preoccupied looking for "major" miracles that we miss all the daily ones.

I'm a sinner. I don't always love God as strongly as I could or as directly as I should. Ash Wednesday reminds me that it is only through God that I have life; He gave it to me. God forgives. He loves. And He gives this sinner a second chance. Put simply: my God kicks ash.

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

Giving God permission to make you a saint will ruin your life.

As a father of young girls, I want to publicly thank all women who dress and carry themselves like ladies. Your example is a gift.

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

Honestly, I don't think Victoria has too many Secrets left... might be time to prayerfully consider a name change.