No one cares if you’ve had an abortion, if you’re struggling with your gender, or if you have an assault rifle at home.

It’s time we voice our dissatisfaction with the God of the public square.

I am no obstacle for God.

We can grow in our awareness of just how influential we can be simply by being mindful.

When we question God, God will question us.

We’ve got our rocks in our hands, and, oh, we want to throw them!

Sin is an addiction. It’s getting something we consider good in a way that’s wrong.

It seems as if the Cross is the template we’re being urged to work from, not the Garden of Eden that preceded it.

Somehow, some way, I know I’m asked, invited — we all are — to bear our sorrows right along with him.

Suffering is personal, intensely so, and we’re never the only person present.