It does sound unbelievable, the story of the Resurrection. But lots of things are unbelievable. That doesn’t mean they’re not true.
Everybody’s trying to find God. They may not admit it. They may not even know it. But the search defines them, and it defines us.
I’m Catholic. I’m proud of being Catholic. But is that wordless witness really evangelization?
Too often, we don’t care about righteousness or truth. We just care about being right.
I like to imagine the Prodigal Son practicing his apology in the mirror.
What I love most about our Savior is that he didn’t — doesn’t — give up on us. “Give me more time,” he says to the Master. “I can still fix this one.”
My husband pretty much knows that if he tells me something — anything — he’s also telling my sister.
The devil knows all the rules. The devil knows all the Bible verses. He probably knows them better than you do (certainly better than I do).
If we see a splinter in another person’s eye, or a problem in the world that needs to be fixed, what Jesus is saying is not that we should ignore it and move on.
