“I’m no saint.” We hear people say this all the time, and what they mean is, "I’ve made mistakes.” Congratulations! You have taken the first step to sainthood.

When the iconic Notre-Dame Cathedral burned in 2019, some argued that the money to rebuild it would be better spent by the Church on providing services to the poor.

In writing this column, I spent a lot of time mulling over a strange question: if I had a coin with Caesar’s face on it, could I use it to pay for my morning coffee?

I’m sure many of you know the feeling of sweating over a hot stove for an hour to create a dish that a small, picky eater will push away, lips curled with disgust.

I’ve always thought the Parable of the Tenants could be a storyline on one of those “world’s dumbest criminals” shows. It’s easy to dismiss the tenants as paranoid.

I wonder what was so important. The man gave both his sons the same order: go out and work in the vineyard today. One son said yes, and yet one son refused.

Sometimes, the Gospel takes everything you think you know about Jesus, throws it in a box, dumps it on the floor, looks you in the eye and says: “Clean it up.”

I had called the hospital system’s financial services department to set up a payment plan on a balance I owed after having some unexpected scans and tests.