In the 1883 painting “Mass in a Connemara Cabin,” a small congregation of shabbily dressed faithful is huddled together in a sparsely appointed room.

This excerpt from Matthew’s Gospel has become a catchphrase in the Church. We give ourselves vertigo with the amount of head-shaking we do over “decline in numbers.”

I’m so busy and distracted that most days, I forget to eat — until nighttime, when I make some very questionable decisions, usually involving cake.

I once listened to Bishop Daniel Flores — a renowned scholar and prelate — give a 70-minute talk on the Trinitarian nature of God.

Sometimes the phrase “as natural as breathing” doesn’t always make sense. Maybe that’s because breathing isn’t always natural. Sometimes, it’s supernatural.

One of the fun things toddlers and children do is try to convince you that they aren’t lying — you’re just misunderstanding reality. It reminds me a little of Jesus.

We face a unique situation, 2,000 years after the Resurrection, because our mission field is full of people who have heard about Christ. But they haven’t seen him.

A friend of mine with family members belonging to different religions once told me there were as many different routes to Heaven as there were the grocery store.