What Price Redemption?
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?
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?
As we enter into Holy Week, we do well to ponder that fantastic integration of God and man and how it came to pass that perfection itself was so maligned and rejected.
A recent book on Catholic economics is unfortunately neither faithfully Catholic or competently economic.
The 1966 bishops’ decision to drop Friday abstinence hasn’t borne fruit. Like the barren fig tree, there seems to be good reason to cut it down and clear the ground.
A life lived on red pills is an unstable way of being. We spend the whole time tearing things down and disbelieving things so that we leave little room to build things up and to believe in real things
There is a whole host of sins when “married” homosexual men rent the wombs of surrogates to procure babies for themselves.
Covid revealed that many modern Christians had the same fear of death as the pagans of old.
Our world is awash in idolatry, from the “hard” idolatry of Pachamama to the “soft” idolatry of our smartphone obsession and celebrity culture. This widespread idolatry might be caused by something you wouldn’t suspect.
One theme among some conservatives has been the role of Russia as a sort of holy scourge of a decadent West. But the answer to Western problems is not salvation by way of Eastern Orthodoxy.
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.
As the world continually demands blind and unquestioning acceptance of The Current Narrative, Catholics should be more critical and judge those Narratives by the standards of our Faith.
One positive result of the Covid chaos has been a desire to return to our roots—to our communities where the food is tastier, the work is local, and the ability to preserve and reuse is more accessible.
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.
A good man might pray the imprecatory psalms against Putin; a perfect man would love him and pray for him. Which takes more courage?
The great Russian novelist Fyodor Dostoevsky believed that we are individually responsible for the sins of everyone in the world—and it is a mindboggling and soul-shaking meditation that is ripe material for Lent.
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.
Today is a critical moment when we are given the opportunity to make a choice, to ask ourselves why we are Catholic.
Hundreds of Catholics gathered in front of a hotel hosting a satanic conference to do reparation and bind the dark forces present.
As part of our push to save traditional forms of Catholic life, why don’t we begin asking that our priests perform for us the old and beloved rites and customs that have been forgotten in the course of the twentieth century?