On Loving the Infinite
One should open the mind only in order to close it on something solid. Reality is never the result of my mind thinking it but rather my receiving it.
One should open the mind only in order to close it on something solid. Reality is never the result of my mind thinking it but rather my receiving it.
The rising barbarism we see all around us cannot be ignored, nor can we withhold the medicine to cure it.
Here we see the pathos, the sheer sadness that impinges at every turn upon the pursuit and practice of justice. There can be no end to the business of making things fair, definitively and purely so. Not in this life anyway.
Our nation was built upon countless and nameless patriots who sacrificed for the country they loved.
America Magazine argues that no one should be banned from the Eucharist. No one? Really? What about the unbaptized? Are they free to receive? What about Satanists?
If deathly totalitarianism happened to Germany—which, for all its vaunted progress and sophistication, could not prevent its falling into barbarism—it can happen here.
St. Titus Brandsma, the martyred Carmelite priest from Holland who died at Dachau in 1942, stands out as perhaps the most compelling example for Catholics concerned about the threat of state-sponsored terror and tyranny.
Are children not the poorest of us all, their lives totally dependent upon the suffrage of others?
Pope Francis recommended that we “make a mess.” Well, a mess we have – perhaps it’s time to clean things up?
The pope exercises no authority on his own, all authority having come from Christ. He is not, therefore, above the Church’s Doctrine of the Faith, but rather he is its custodian and protector.
God takes our suffering entirely upon Himself, bearing it away in the fire of an infinite love. Who else but a God of love would dare to take on the world’s dereliction?
Could the incompetency on such a scale as the Biden Administration have happened by sheer accident? Or has it been going on all this time by design?
Countless people no longer adhere to the truth of the Catholic Thing. Their numbers appear to have become like the sands of the sea—whole families fractured, as it were, by the defection of so great a number of their children.
Too many Catholic biblical scholars live off the substance of a faith they no longer believe in, a faith every detail of which they despise.
In striving for sanctity, the ancients had an advantage over us. They had something that many of us appear to have lost: they actually believed in an objective order.
There is a great divide in this country, one which has gone largely unnoticed, between those who read and those who won’t.
Is it really true, as Pope Francis said, that “No one can exclude themselves from the Church?”
Teachers are called to urging their students to climb onto those ancestral shoulders and see the distant shore where truth and beauty beckon, the very things that so animated the lives of those who came before us.
Whatever power Christ conferred upon Peter, and all his successors down through the centuries, is not about this or that pope’s own private preferences, but rather the clear and public defense of a common faith.
Issues of social justice are not at the forefront of the problems we confront. It is, rather, for want of truth that the world suffers.