Mary is always shining in her window, watching over the street below. I have grown grateful for this rarefied presence, respectful and inclined toward pious feelings when I pass.

Blessed are those who look into the eyes of the abandoned and marginalized and show them their closeness.

Lord, help me to remember the "least" among us, how to cast my vote for the good of all.

To live in hope is to want nothing less for ourselves than what God wants for us. If that were the fundamental desire of our lives, what would change? How would we be resurrected?

On Wednesday, Nov. 9, what kind of country will we be?