If the Word truly became flesh, then God had not only a mother, but also a grandmother, cousins, great-aunts, and weird uncles. If the Word truly dwelt among us, then he was part of a family that, like most, was fairly dysfunctional, a mix of the good and bad, the saintly and the sinful, the glorious and the not so glorious. And this is such good news for us.

Beauty is the arrowhead of evangelization.

Christians have no business moping around.

The human race is one big dysfunctional family.

When God went to the cross he made even death itself a place of hope.

Catholicism is a matter of the body and the senses as much as it is a matter of the mind, precisely because the Word became flesh.

The holiness of God is like a white light: pure, simple, complete. But when that light shines, as it were, through the prisms of individual human lives, it breaks into an infinite variety of colors... each one reveals a unique dimension of the divine holiness.