Jesus showed us how to be courageous and sacrificial while we die for our beliefs, not while we kill for them.

No woman wants an abortion as she wants an ice cream cone or a Porsche. She wants an abortion as an animal caught in a trap wants to gnaw off its own leg.

Everyone wants to transform, but nobody wants to change.

Jesus didn't come to save us just from the penalty of our sins; he came to save us from our sins - now, today, if we will only respond to the challenge and let him.

Somehow we just dont make the same boisterous fun of Holy Week that we do of Christmas. No one plans to have a holly, jolly Easter.

It is not a loss of inert, amorphous tissue, but of a growing being unique in history.

Abortion is not a sign that women are free, but a sign that they are desperate.

Dusty, dark, cold, and hard, coal has no beauty of its own, but when it is consummated by fire it is beautiful and becomes what it was designed to be.

Could a body broken and blood spilled two thousand years ago restore my own damaged life?

God's presence is not just Light, and Life, but Love. And Love invites, but does not compel.

As I ponder my pilgrim’s progress to Orthodoxy, however, I realize that I didn’t make the trip alone, but in a two-seater. And I wasn’t the one driving.

The majority of my patients consisted not of believers but of those who had lost their faith.

Never overestimate the strength of the torchbearer's arm, for even the strongest arms grow weary.

Divinity is accident of nature, magic is the work of an art.

Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.

Doubt is a killer. You just have to know who you are and what you stand for.

The love of art in its many forms lives on and enables us to enjoy the past, the present, and look with confidence to the future.

It was only long after the ceremony that we learned why we got married in the first place.

I write because I like to make things and the only things I am good at making things with are words.

My husband is a fall-away Catholic, but with a vengeance. He's actually more of a feminist than I am.

That's the drama of our sport. Our margin of error is so small that anything can happen.