Soul Seeing: It's 7:30 a.m. I look in the mirror. My wrinkly, bald head looks like a cracked egg.
Soul Seeing: It is the deepest kind of love, the love of sacrifice, the love of putting the other's happiness and welfare first, the love of feeling blessed by God because of the other.
Soul Seeing: I eat a sloppy joe in the community kitchen with my classmate Morrie, bishop of Paris, Kan., then follow him around as he talks with guests.
Soul Seeing: Until three weeks short of my 74th birthday, I had never spent a night in a hospital. Then along came prostate cancer.
Soul Seeing: I read something so powerful the other day that I can't get it out of my mind.
Soul Seeing: It wasn't until I was 50 and was frank with a couple of contemporaries that I learned I had been a normal Catholic boy.
Soul Seeing: The story of the good Samaritan has always challenged me. My bottom line is: Do I regularly help the guy out of the ditch or not?
Soul Seeing: The weeks after we celebrate Easter remind us that the God who suffered and died for us is still present in our suffering.
Soul Seeing: Life shrinks each of us. We find ourselves only when we lose ourselves. It isn't easy.
Soul Seeing: Could it be that a good quantity of human loneliness is due to an absence of poetry?