There's one particular sacrifice that hurts: The little, everyday handing over of the will to God.
It’s a new (liturgical) year and many of us are in powerful need of a fresh start
What kind of king is this?
Love heals. It's time to set aside our divisions and get to work.
I no longer resent everybody who turns to his neighbor to share this week’s goings-on... I have my earplugs.
Will we be able to eat, fly, or speak in English? Will we be the same age as we were when we died? Does any of this matter?
God can work with honest prayers. It’s pious pretense he has trouble getting past.
When we make god out of our political leaders -- or money, love, fame and comfort -- we gain this world and risk losing the next
If you have run away from the Cross because you can’t take the rules, give him a chance to win you and see what happens
Like an infant, knowing without knowing that she's loved
When so many things go right each day, why get anxious over the ones that don't?
He peers deep into your heart, seeing what needs to be cut away and what cuts would be too deep
It's not about chasing after feelings, it's about directing your will, your whole life long
When we hold desperately to our fear and loss, we can’t heal or grow or be transformed
Most of us struggle to forgive, but God delights in it and demands that we forgive too.
You don’t have to be a Christian to learn this lesson, but it’s awfully tough to be a Christian if you don’t: your worth has nothing to do with how you measure up against anyone else
Are you living for him the way Michael Phelps is living for the pool and Simone Biles for the gym?
