Category: Reflections
Two Poems by Salvador Espriu / Translated from the Catalan by Andrew Kaufman and Antonio Cortijo Ocana
Selections from a visionary Catalan poet whose work has rarely appeared in English.
Labels by Anne Kerrigan
Fighting prejudice and polarization in our society means leading by an example of love.
Unconditional Affection by Mary Margaret Schroeder
Spiritual lessons from life as a nanny.
Synodality’s Emotional Quotient Defies a Soundproof Heart by Fran Salone-Pelletier
Evolving views of synodality, from Vatican II through the present-day church.
Radical Compassion by Amy Nicholson
Revisiting the story of two humanitarian aid workers in the wake of the devastating tragedy of Afghanistan.
Like a Strong Wind: Memories of Henri Nouwen by Michael Harank
A reminiscence of a friendship with the spiritual writer, teacher, priest, and wounded healer.
Difficult Conversations by John Marshall Lee
Acknowledging, assessing, and atoning for the sins of our nation's racist history.
A Poem by Gerard Garrigan, OSB
"She laid the foundation, laid it down / Sprightly, lively ragtime, old-time sound . . ."
When Will Us and Them Become We?: A Reflection on Luke 12:49-56 by Fran Salone-Pelletier
The fire of divinity must be kindled. We cannot survive as a people if we settle for the embers and ashes of passivity and superficiality.
To Believe, Teach, and Practice: Forty Years a Priest, and Counting! by Fr. John T. Maher, CM
Reflections from a Vincentian priest celebrating forty years of active ministry.
“Those People”: What Is Our Responsibility to Our Unhoused, Addicted, or Mentally Ill Neighbor? by Cameron Bellm
We can avert our eyes, yes, but we cannot disavow that we belong to one other, that we have responsibilities to one another.
Two Poems by Marjorie Power
"A pen in his pocket and nothing to write on. / He uses the skin on one arm. . . ."
The Case for Palliative Care by Anne Kerrigan
An appeal to a form of end-of-life care that provides emotional and spiritual support.
Remorse: A Story by Catherine Chandler
"When I had almost given up hope of executing my plan, I discovered a Saint Joseph's Daily Missal lying in the last pew on the far side of the church between the 8th and 9th Stations of the Cross. . . ."