If we have labored and sacrificed with our King, if we have served His beloved poor, we will surely eternally share in the victory, power and joy of Christ the King!

We cannot separate our loving others from loving ourselves. In a tweet, we are to love God with all that we are, and we are to love others as we love ourselves.

It is this Spirit that comes in the form of tongues of fire, bearing a warm message of charity for the redemption of all. This same Spirit prompts devout believers stemming from various parts of the lived world to overcome cultural obstacles within a broader vision that conjoins the saint…

The saints known to you and me were not known to many, and over the years they will be completely forgotten when we die.

In society, the poor are invisible. You are therefore expected to be the eyes and ears of the Church, to make sure that she is kept faithful to the Son of Man, who came, not to be served but to serve and to give her life as a ransom for…

Fractions are difficult. Life is full of them. And yet we go on living till sunset despite our incomplete lives, despite the specter of love falling and fracturing into irretrievable pieces. We promise to keep on loving because we sense that love is who we are and love is who…

The art of receiving can be a tiring life-long endeavour yet there is joy in every receipt. There are, as the letter of James reminds us, “fruits of righteousness”.

True religion, in the letter of James today, is “to care for orphans and widows in their affliction and to keep oneself unstained by the world.” These days, our land is stained by needless blood and tears. And this is just the surface. The stain from orphans and widows is…

The gospel today Jesus talks about the best insurance policy ever: the Bread of Life. Then as now, many find Jesus’ claims and promises ridiculous and abandon Him. Jesus makes the absurd claims that His body is real food, and His blood real drink.

We are taken aback for a moment until we realize that indeed our hunger for consolation is fed by careful words and silent presences that speak to the desolation in our soul. Our hunger for understanding is fed by the acceptance we receive in fellowship and community.