Begin with the beautiful, which leads you to the good, which leads you to the truth.

We need to mock false gods publicly.

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.

The ego-drama is nothing compared with the theo-drama. The fun begins when we let God write our stories.

Both total accommodation to the culture and total resistance to it are usually signs of intellectual sickness.

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

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.