The Christian must strive to live, and even to die, as Christ did: generous in adversity, vulnerable in love.

For the mystic—and in heaven—time falls away. Frustration gives way to fulfillment.

The last day of life is like those that precede it. Either we open ourselves to the mystery or we withdraw into the citadel of the self.

To pray is always to call down the eternal into the temporal. That is what we do today for our dead.

This feast day is good time to remember that there is really only one thing about which we should be anxious.

In the end—at the end—the human heart has only one plea. It wants to live. It knows that it was not created to go down into the darkness.

Justice and peace are of God. To receive them, the depths of the human must be laid open.

That world is no larger than the people and concerns you care about. Everything else is only the wallpaper of your world.

Vows exist to foster life, to defend it, to allow it to flourish.

If heaven admitted shame, Clem and Richard Neuhaus might still blush at the separation they chose to create between themselves on earth.