Living in a transitional age is scary: It’s falling apart, it’s unknowable, it doesn’t cohere, it doesn’t make sense, it’s all mystery again, and we can’t put order in it.

There’s a moral realism in healthy and grounded people. They’re not ideological, on the left or the right. They can accept people whom others have judged for one reason or another.

Compassion and dialogue are essentially vulnerable positions. If we are into control and predictability, we will seldom descend into the weakness of listening or the scariness of dialogue.

The hunger for meaning and the need for hope in this deconstructed society cannot be satisfied by merely private choices.

Whatever we hear, but also whatever we see, taste, touch, or smell, vibrates deep down with God’s song

Where love is genuine, belonging is always mutual. It is like submerging ourselves into an ocean of sublime grace.

All of us—each in a different measure—have need of solitude, because we need to cultivate mindfulness.

Gratefulness can be practiced, cultivated, learned. And as we grow in gratefulness, we grow in mindfulness.

when you really live with common sense, that has no limitations; you live out of a morality that includes everybody,