Oh no. " I said panic rising in my chest. "No, no, no, Somebody get a can opener. I've got a god in my head!!
Take away the Mass, destroy the Church.
Show me where a man spends his time & money, and I'll show you his god.
It's not what I don't know that bothers me - it's what I do know and don't do!
But know that to serve God is nothing else than to serve your neighbor and do good to him in love, be it a child, wife, servant, enemy, friend. . . . If you do not find yourself among the needy and the poor, where the Gospel shows us Christ, then you may know that your faith is not right, and that you have not yet tasted of Christ's benevolence and work for you.
Now the church is not wood and stone, but the company of people who believe in Christ.
Pray, and let God worry.
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small, and the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all.
A crooked log makes a strait fire.
The Never Trumpers, many of them are establishment types or - and very important here - wannabe establishment types.
A [New Yorker ] is what it has always been. It combines those who pursue the truth with those who pursue the rewards of orthodoxy and those who pursue what is comfortable to the rich.