I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seeds every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss, it is adding to future life.

Eight years ago, my mother died from ovarian cancer. It was one of the greatest blessings of my life to be able to spend the last few weeks of her life caring for her as tenderly as she had cared for me in my earliest, most vulnerable time on earth.

When we said goodbye to our son at Logan Airport, his sisters cried and his mother hugged him hard, and I did too, and he looked embarrassed.

On a sunny day in September…a stern-faced, plainly dressed man could be seen standing still on a street corner in the busy Chicago Loop.

Sin is what caused me to leave the church and give up religion, and sin is what brought me back.

What is it that makes something Evil, and not just really bad, or unfortunate, or wrong? And why does evil exist?

A friend of mine says that the real secret to every sermon lies in the experience that made the minister want to preach it.

The wellspring of decency is loving this life in which people die, people suffer, there are limits, and we make mistakes.