Pray. Vote. Pray. Work. Pray More.
One can see more clearly that we’re not going to vote for a saint but for someone—and realistically an entire administration—that might do us less harm than another. Don’t expect too much more.
One can see more clearly that we’re not going to vote for a saint but for someone—and realistically an entire administration—that might do us less harm than another. Don’t expect too much more.
The Mysteries of the Rosary upon which we meditate work to re-tether us to a reality that we are so often detached from in our modernist, post-Christian, hyper-worldly society.
A trio of female English Martyrs deserve a special place among the unsung heroes of Christendom.
When Donald Trump invoked the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts, it was as if he flipped the lid off social-media hell.
The latest unhinged attack on Opus Dei will likely just increase interest in the organization.
My love for Peter endures because he is like me, fragile flesh and blood, but also unlike me, in that he became holy, despite his sin. I must love the successor of Peter, even when that successor causes me to suffer.
Yes, J.D. Vance won the vice-presidential debate. But will it make any difference?
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.
There hardly seems to be any compelling moral rationale for what has become an uncritical and uncompromising rapport with Israelis, more so under the present Netanyahu government.
It’s high time we come to know the Mexican Martyrs, as we face the anti-Catholic beast prowling about in America.
Recent speeches by Italian Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni and American President Joseph Biden reveal stark contrasting visions for the West.
It is apparent that there is real division in the Church; banning the homeschoolers from church property has revealed that division far more than allowing them to use the space ever could have.
Today’s prevelant spirituality—and the discernment process that is at its heart—has an uncanny way of canonizing the prevailing ideas and opinions of those who take part in it
It’s hard to state what depths of farce, ineffectuality, and effete sentimentalism American politics has descended.
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.
Catholicism has developed the best “school of prayer” available, but it’s mostly forgotten today.
Within the medical profession, the shameful ideological capture of our professional institutions has invaded the exam rooms of our clinics and hospitals as well as the halls of our institutions of medical education.
Apparently, Kamala’s hatred for Catholics is no laughing matter; and, apparently, she will not abide being made fun of—even for charity.
God calls us to be childlike, not childish. Overindulging and coddling ourselves does not lead us or the people around us to greater holiness, and being a child of God has nothing to do with the fiction of our “inner child.”
Our screen-based culture is flat and temporal, very immanent, very now, in some sense very ephemeral. None of those characteristics is conducive to openness to transcendence.