The House Where It All Began
The Holy House of Loreto is precisely the place where it all began—namely, the Incarnation of God Himself.
The Holy House of Loreto is precisely the place where it all began—namely, the Incarnation of God Himself.
Christ’s admonition to become like little children is not an invitation for the adults in the room to set about infantilizing themselves, but to open their eyes as the children do.
Like Mr. Chesterton, it would never have occurred to St. Augustine to assign blame for the world’s problems to anyone other than himself.
If prayer is the language of hope, the very ground and grammar of holy desire, and if the Our Father represents the greatest possible expression of that hope, why would Christ need to give voice to it himself?
When it comes to our role in salvation, St. Augustine sits squarely between the heretical extremes of Luther and Pelagius.
A nation unwilling to augment its own population with generous allotments of children will not survive. Nor does it deserve to.
Above all, St. Augustine wished to remain faithful to the grace of an encounter that had upended his life.
Even with a clean sweep of the White House, including both Houses of Congress and a Supreme Court firmly committed to the rule of law, will a Trump victory make any real difference in the end if the Democrats refuse to go along with the results?
It remains one of the enduring consolations of my life that, joined as I am to Christ’s Body, the Church, I may at any time interact with the dead, with those cherished and faithful souls who have gone home before me to God.
The Left will be utterly unhinged if Trump wins the election, which could lead to a decidedly unpeaceful transfer of power.
The first half of Augustine’s life was spent amid the remnants of a Greek and Roman world; the latter half was spent in the company of provincial Africans, to whom he would unravel the mysteries of a shared faith.
The Synod on Synodality largely consists of men and women unable to look beyond their own noses but able to look down their noses at everyone else.
What moves the earth and the planets and all the stars above? The answer is Love.
Why did St. Augustine write “The City of God”? Why should it continue to compel our attention today?
Pope Francis was invited by the University of Louvain to celebrate its 600th anniversary, and a gaggle of feminist idealogues swarm all over him to demand an immediate “paradigm change” on all issues relating to women.
If crisis bespeaks judgment, then we are no less under the judgment of God than our forerunners the Jews, who first breached the covenant with God.
The sheer impact of St. Augustine upon the life of the Church, of the emerging medieval world he had a hand in shaping, has never been equaled.
Kamala Harris, for all the word salads she throws together on issues like the border, crime, and inflation, is perfectly clear on the issue of abortion.
St. Augustine, for all that he’s immersed in a disintegrating world, has at the same time quite succeeded in transcending it—thanks to the grace of a conversion that will literally lift him above circumstance.
For St. Augustine, there are but two characters that matter above all in the human story: God and the Self.