The seminary of the future must relate itself to flesh-and-blood men, or it provides a framework that only talks about the people of God but never really shares life with them.

Good priests never look for awards and, perversely enough in the clerical culture universe, do not receive many. Like the aged nuns who taught selflessly and nearly anonymously all their lives, these servants of the People of God only get into the papers when their obituaries are printed.

We not only romanticize the future; we have also made it into a growth industry, a parlor game and a disaster movie all at the same time.

If you ask people what attracted them to the person they love, they never tell you of some perfect feature that focused them on sheer surfaces but rather an imperfection that allowed them to see into their uncharted depths.

It provides a framework to look at every device in the enterprise that has a vulnerability.

We may thank God that we can feel pain and know sadness, for these are the human sentiments that constitute our glory as well as our grief.