In a way, fasting is like the "calming of the monkey mind" effected by the rosary prayer: both are means of stilling the effervescence of relatively superficial preoccupations.

We need to mock false gods publicly.

Easter is an earthquake, an explosion. If you see it as less than that, you're not getting it.

The cross is Jesus going into the very lair of death. He goes to meet head-on that which frightens us the most. And what does He do? He battles it. He engages it. And finally he conquers it.

Christ's invitation to the priesthood is an invitation to a way of life that is athletic in its intensity and heroic in its form.

Beauty is the arrowhead of evangelization.

Bob Dylan said, "The executioner's face is always well-hidden". That's the problem: The cross pulls that hood off.