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.

We are exceptionally good at seeing the faults in others and exceptionally adept at ignoring the faults in ourselves.

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

We need to mock false gods publicly.

Beauty is the arrowhead of evangelization, the point with which the evangelist pierces the minds and hearts of those he evangelizes.

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

God is a placebo for your own mortality.