Whither the Synod?
The Synod organizers themselves don’t really know where any of this is going, but we’re all supposed to be on the way anyway.
The Synod organizers themselves don’t really know where any of this is going, but we’re all supposed to be on the way anyway.
Where in the correspondence of St. Ignatius of Antioch can one find an ideal point of entry?
If education is not to be a matter of merely filling buckets which happen to be empty, but of lighting fires that have gone out, how are we to set them blazing again?
Of the seven letters of St. Ignatius, all written in great haste along the way from Antioch to Rome, the first in the order of importance, as well as the longest, was the letter sent to the Ephesians.
The life of St. Ignatius of Antioch was connected to other great figures in the early Church, not least being St. John the Evangelist.
It was not in defense of any sort of abstract principle that drove St. Ignatius of Antioch to such an extremity as to choose death, despising even the most cruel and pitiless of its torments.
St. Ignatius of Antioch’s life, writings, and death all point us to the purpose of life: to be converted to Christ.
The six Catholics on the Supreme Court are causing crazed and anti-Catholic responses from the Chattering Classes.
At the end of our lives the yearning for God innate in all of us is more and more revealed.
If being in love means anything, it means a willingness, and one which requires constant exercise, to say you’re sorry.
We can debate the morality and prudence of our wars, but we also can be grateful to those who fought and died before most of us were even born.
If Catholic conviction about Christ, grounded in history from the time of the first stirrings of the Church’s life on the day of Pentecost, is true, then we’re all obliged to defend it.
We are anchored to earth, yet we must aim for heaven, orchestrating our lives in a kind of rhythmic movement between these two orders of being.
Pope Francis has to stop the madness, and until he steps in to do so the Church will continue to fracture and unravel, spiraling completely out of control.
What appears to be a perfectly natural and normal sexual identity has now become nothing more than a social construct, thus enabling people endlessly to experiment with their biological being, juggling one or more genders at a time.
Why have we suddenly lost our minds and are now living in an asylum run by dangerous lunatics? And, more to the point, what do we need to do to end it?
What is the sound we hear that alone may dispel the darkness, vanquishing beneath its wings the dangers that assail us? Nothing less than the Third Person of the Trinity.
In the life of Christ, there is an event tucked away between Friday’s death and Sunday’s rising about which we know very little. Yet it contains the hidden key on which the whole story turns.
Nothing will placate the transgender community other than the cancelling of Christianity.