We desire to see God in creation. And sometimes, in creation, He gives us a roadmap to His heart.

It could have been easy to believe that I was merely “paying the price” for circumstances out of my control. Instead, I was rewarded with unexpected graces.

A family tradition helps focus my life at the seminary.

Seminarians want to be priests. But we must first grow in our appreciation of Christ’s priesthood.

As its etymology indicates, seminary is a time for entering into the earth to encounter Christ.

Where most people walk past a dirty alley between office buildings without a second glance, the photographer sees beautiful light beams pouring through the dusty haze.

It was character, not momentary whim, that won the Battle of Gettysburg. The lesson applies to seminarians who visited the battlefield last Saturday.

Completing a crossword requires conformity to the clues given by the puzzle-maker. It's a life lesson the world needs.

Yesterday, the St. John Paul II Seminary choir completed a project that had been in the works for three years.

The seminary's Self-Defense Club teaches men how to subdue a physical aggressor, but its lessons apply to a higher warfare.

Cooperate with God's grace by hitting the practice courts of Lent—prayer, fasting, and almsgiving—with even greater fervor.

I received the call to the priesthood later in life, but I have never felt out of place among brothers with an incredible amount of depth, maturity, and warmth of heart.

What I experience in this song is not quite a pain, but rather an ache of recognition, that ache of knowing my heart has been spoken for.

As we watch the smoke disappear into the ceiling, our small and meager prayers are made sweet and presentable to God.

In the words of St. Paul, we are "joint heirs with Christ." On this year's silent retreat I learned what that means.

The King of the Universe lives two floors down from my bedroom. I can go talk to Him at any time, share with Him joys and sorrows, or simply be with Him.

Meaning suddenly appears, and I wonder how I missed it for so long. The chaos becomes ordered, and the light shines in the darkness.

As a seminary sacristan, I imagine serving the Lord as his friend.

Loving one's neighbor is not a Christian extracurricular; it must be integrated with a sacramental life.

It is not the memory itself which I desire, but the infinite beauty to which it points.