The General Judgment Will Rock
The General Judgment is when and where you find out the disposition of everyone, and you find out how they got there. It is when everything is revealed.
The General Judgment is when and where you find out the disposition of everyone, and you find out how they got there. It is when everything is revealed.
The vote to enshrine abortion in Ohio should be a revelation to us: we live among barbarians who do not care about human life in the womb.
In the midst of a long but temporal defeat, Christians can find encouragement in glimpses of our final victory.
The role of the papacy in the minds of too many Catholics has morphed from being the center of Church unity to the source of Church teaching.
A growing number of Catholics have placed their personal desires aside to step along the paths trodden once by the souls of medieval Christendom.
A sacrilegious music video filmed in a Catholic church raises many questions of how such a thing could have happened in the first place.
In the midst of infertility, I was tempted to give up. It was too emotionally exhausting. But the Lord was waiting to work in our lives.
The Hedgehog knows one big thing, but our Synod Fathers (and Mothers) seemed consumed with many lesser things.
A new grotesque fountain sculpture in Vienna is sadly a reflection of our age.
Modern masters of lust scream and shout their rock songs, but medieval peasants sing of beauty, salvation, and death to their mother.
The Texas Rangers were the only MLB team not to host a “Pride Night.” Now they are World Series Champions.
In an increasingly insane world, where up is down and men are women, Catholicism is the only hope for a return to reality.
The Church must act and intercede on behalf of broken homes, for single-parent homes are connected with higher rates of substance abuse, criminality, suicide, and poverty.
The fact that seasonal stories of spooks and specters are now spoken of in terms of “proof” and “evidence,” not simple “belief” and “faith,” is symptomatic of a wider spiritual malaise in our society—one first spotted by G.K. Chesterton over a century ago.
I am powerless to argue matters over with the Holy Father. But I’m not completely powerless, because I can pray.
Last month’s Synod was pervaded with sentimentality, which glossed over the ugly realities it was seeking to condone.
The Synod was a series of fixations on matters of utter inconsequence, rather like the deck hands busily arranging chairs on the Titanic before its final plunge into the sea.
Dystopia doesn’t judge as much as it observes and predicts. If we do A, then B will happen. Hence, dystopia has come to be a means of critiquing society in a way that gets past our ideological barriers.
Is clerical haberdashery really such a problem that it merits a prominent place in the pope’s intervention in a synod as overhyped as the one concluding in Rome these days?
Though typically memorialized as one of the earliest exemplars of the science-fiction genre, “War of the Worlds” offers a biting commentary on the futility and uselessness of the theologically-inclined, and especially clerics.