Young adults today are navigating a defining decade of life with great hopes, big questions and constant transitions.

For years and years I have cried while cutting onions.

When friends of ours suggested we get a group together and go bowling last weekend, I knew I wouldn’t have any trouble selling my family on the idea. We love bowling.

I wish we had a litmus test to identify the people who deserve our praise. But it won’t ever be simple. We are all sinners.

I’ve reached a whole new place in parenting. Today if I get to choose, I do not want to shop alone. I want to bring a child along.

It is precisely religious faith that will awaken courage and compassion, and it is precisely the lack of faith that conduces, by a short road, to spiritual and psychological exhaustion—both in the individual and in a culture.

Words can hurt, and words can heal. Words can divide people or build bridges.

When we begin to see and treat human life as disposable or we lose sight of that dignity possessed by all of God’s children, whether they are immigrants, the unborn, the elderly, the homeless, the addicted, or minorities, then we’ve lost our way as a human family and as a nation.

If I can put in my snow request for the season, I would like one good snowstorm—maybe six inches or so—and then we can head into spring.

Intellectual conversion begins when we start asking questions and challenging assumptions.