Insofar as there is an infusion of grace, a new order of peace, reason, and justice ought to reign among those grafted onto Christ in baptism.  

 Our problem, most fundamentally, is with liberalism's view of the nature of morality, of man, and of freedom, and its flaws in these areas are deadly. 

Attacking liberalism, for Americans, feels a bit like attacking your mother: it is the set of political ideas of the Founders. 

We believe there's a secret option, that there are better political instincts than those that have been tried before.

The cure to materialism is equally caustic. It affects our scientific mind, and even dimensions of our apparent psychological well-being.

For Christians to be politically significant, we must do more than just participate in the political activities that are handed to us. We must set a political agenda through our personal choices.

Does permanence cut against the remaining shreds of humanity left for social networking? Or does anonymity pose too much risk for forming accountable, human structures for communication?

Christian conscience is the active acceptance of the fruits of true freedom, formed by careful reflection, and deployed in every instance of mundane life.

An epistemological crisis of faith has to do with our struggle to acknowledge that ideas about the structure of faith are worth believing.

The prick of the inevitable “perhaps” in our mind is an indirect perception of the Son of God; the Unconquered Sun who knows us, and whose knowledge of us causes us to be able to know at all.

The ocean of uncertainty is the spot we have been assigned for our faith. And until belief is rejected, its unrejectability remains obscure.

In almost the blink of an eye, my son’s mind connected the physical rules of Play-Doh with a non-obvious mathematical need to get what he wanted.

For a literate culture to be “alone without books” is, for Dostoevsky, the absolute height of decadence. And we live it, we indulge in it.