God is like a dynamic of love who enters the world so as to redeem and include sinners in its eternal, ecstatic embrace.

What’s the point of doing if it isn’t doing what we do for other people and with other people?

Desire itself is not evil, on the contrary, it is a delight in pleasure implanted by an infinitely festive Creator.

Humans are intrinsically religious because there is a real God who created us and who we are searching for.

Even in an apparently God-forsaken place there is beauty and humanity worthy of a symphony.

The phone I hold in my hands makes me behave and relate to others differently than I did before.

Power reveals who we are, and reveals even more the fundamentals of our worldview.

Our efforts to gain more influence and power may lead us to execute the very Jesus we hope to announce.

Marriages can’t flourish out of self-centered postures.

We are often cranky and cynical already at a young age, aren’t we?

Possession is less demanding than belonging, but it raises anxiety nonetheless to an aging person.

You need more than superpowers to flourish in your family and in life.

Beauty, at least the kind of beauty the impressionists captured, can for now be only momentary.

The more of Christ we have in the world, the more peace and human flourishing we will have.

To offer a penetrating and nuanced vision of grace, like Victor Hugo does in Les Misérables, takes an attentive, serene, generous, creative, and skillful pen.

The Four Seasons are portraits carefully crafted by each season’s elements, and questions our notions of the human face and the sentiments it evokes.

We are not neutral to the outcome of our spiritual journeys. As objective as we try to be, we want to arrive at some outcome, be it belief or disbelief.

Drama–at the theater but also in movies, books, TV–is a modern religious mechanism.

Do we want to be healed, say, of our greed or bad moods? I’m not quite sure. Being healed includes changes and sacrifices.

We feel pressured to live and work as a salvation project where I’m the hero of my own story.

It is easy to deconstruct other points of view but what about your own views?

We are hungry for it, but we fear it so much. Bend space and transcend time, no worries, but don’t ascribe it real meaning.

Now a refugee in Italy, Sayid is running away from his past. He fled his Middle-Eastern home when charged with blasphemy after he confronted an Iman who often abused sexually a boy.

God is not an idea. Or concept. Or system of doctrines. Or force.

I liked the Psalm’s image of the tree because it measures our prosperity not in the base of how much we receive but in how much we give.