In a context of confusion and flashy journalism, rigour becomes a precious value.
Humanity’s collective memory recalls up to a certain point, when we found ourselves already breathing in this wondrous world.
Truth will bind us and therefore free us evermore. We will be free to be the persons we were created to be.
Life is decided in boring moments as well as in epic ones.
No story can move us like the story of the Author entering our plot to give his life for the bliss of his people.
I’ve finally come across the term that wraps my mind around the nuanced social reality I see in Europe.
That trip felt like a cautionary tale: like a chance to look back to a phase like one day I’ll look back to the whole of my life.
Our contemporary romantic beliefs make us long for someone who probably does not exist.
The idea is to have an expert introduce a subject in a competent by readable way, in about 100 pages or so.
What will catch my eye? What will I worship? What will I surrender to?
The painting portrays Gauguin’s struggle with the meaning of existence.
The purpose of the world is a grand but also a personal question.
When we travel we see reality with a different set of eyes; we not only taste new food, smell exotic aromas and hear foreign voices, but we also come to look at ourselves differently.
There are certain things which seem to open suddenly a new dimension to us: a brief moment of eternity.
The God “who played the cosmos into being” delights himself in the World Cup but delights in higher things still.
The second act is often the place of the false project, where the protagonist pursues a wrong goal before realizing what his true need is.
Both past and future can overwhelm the present.
Life’s treasures come from someone who shed his riches for us, someone who does not charge interest if we can’t pay Him back.
Praise God for who he is and for who we are, however we may be.
A legacy measured not in dollars, or real state, or trophies, but in changed lives.
Is there anything stupid you feel tempted to do?
God created life in His image and likeness, and granted them the creativity to sculpt and the ability to love.
If that body was really gone, if Jesus had come back to life, then the matrix of reality is altered; tragedy is not the final result of goodness.
The texture of suffering is changed when we see it and begin to experience it as being redemptive.
Our faith bumps into surprise and dances with doubt, like Peter’s and John’s.