Category: Reflections
“Said to Godhead”: Two Poems by Christopher Grosso
"Even birth is a violent conflict between life and taring. . . ."
The Mystery in Ordinary Churches by Gerald W. Schlabach
The mystery of the Mass is that God has reached us in our dusty, motley, disagreeable, struggling communities.
Summer Reading Series: New Fiction from James Magner, MD
A selection from a new novel that celebrates the tradition of Irish Catholicism in 19th-century America.
Belief and the Believer by Nicole d’Entremont
The Eucharist as metaphor. How do you make real the answer to the imponderable?
Memories Are Made of This by Fran Salone-Pelletier
Memorial Day is an opportunity to publicly mourn those who we have lost and to reassess the costs of war.
Two Poems by Gerard Garrigan, OSB
"In Greeneland, no dreamland /
Where only the improbable is real . . ."
Where only the improbable is real . . ."
Communion and Solidarity by Ed Burns
How do we create flourishing parishes for the 21st century?
“We’ve Got to Find a Way to Bring Some Loving Here Today”: Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On” at 50 by Chris Byrd
Released in 1971, "What’s Going On" remains a cry for greater solidarity and more love among the human family.
On Learning to Pray, and Reflecting on Prayer, with Father James Martin by Joe Pagetta
A new book by the Jesuit priest occasions reflection on the life of prayer.
Two Poems by John Zedolik
". . . but only for a nano-bit / of geologic time, for the dark / in flight must be spirit only indestructible / to any earthly weight . . ."
A Poem by Fran Salone-Pelletier
"sorrowing all sweetness / until the call to quit / is louder than / the claim to commit . . ."
On Presence and Love: The Opening of the Heart by Wally Swist
Any mindfulness practice is work, and practicing presence is mindfulness practice.
Lessons from My Two Years as a Gay Catholic by Michael E. DeSanctis
A journey of accompaniment with the LGBTQ community.
Beauty for Ashes: A Story by Catherine Chandler
". . . whereas half an hour before, she had longed for the total erasure and oblivion of never having existed, she now merely wishes God would call her home, once and for all, and soon. . . ."