As I write, on the day celebrated by some Orthodox as the feast of the Transfiguration on the Julian calendar, I’ve had several experiences of beauty just this morning. The sunrise through the West Virginia trees, the sunlight streaming into an…
I remember a moonless summer night at a campsite in North Dakota, almost forty years ago now, when the stars were so innumerable and bright, it was difficult to pick out the familiar constellations. The night was so black that I could barely see…
We recently reached the 250th anniversary (a quarter-millennium) of the dominant nation and culture of our time – and of one of the greatest countries in world history. Yet just a few weeks later, you’d hardly know it. And only a month ago,…
The recent annual Assembly of the Leadership Conference of Women Religious received a video message from Pope Leo XIV, in which he said: All Christians are called to be builders of Christ’s communion, formed in a synodal Church in which everyone…
I sometimes hear people say something like this: “I want to believe, but I just can’t,” or “I would like to believe, but I just don’t.” I don’t wish to be critical of such people. I assume their reserve about “faith” comes out of a good-willed…
Why debate what the development of doctrine looked like in distant eras of Church history when we have three instances in front of us, two of which were seen and commented upon by that great Saint of Development, John Henry Newman? By “right in…
Who is Notre Dame’s MVP? I don’t mean the Most Valuable Player on the football team. I mean the Most Valuable Professor on the faculty. If there is any justice on earth, John Cavadini deserves that honor. At a time when many complain of poor…
In the Mile End Road, opposite to the London Hospital, there was . . . a vacant greengrocer’s which was to let. The whole of the front of the shop, with the exception of the door, was hidden by a hanging sheet of canvas on which was the…
In late July, some 60,000 migrants surged into the Spanish North African enclave of Ceuta from Morocco. The migrants were mainly young males. And since 99 percent of Moroccans practice Islam, most were almost certainly Muslim. Ceuta is not a…
On a trip back home to Southern California, I had the opportunity to visit the church of my baptism, my “mother church,” as they say. When I became Catholic at the age of twelve, in April 1976, Holy Family, in the city of Orange, had just the…
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