The only thing particularly new about the "new atheism" is its nastiness.

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.

God is a placebo for your own mortality.

Turn your car into a monastery.

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

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.

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