Category: Reflections
The Trauma of Unbroken Silence by Paul Nyklicek
Each of Dr. Martin Luther King’s “giant triplets” of racism, materialism, and militarism induces trauma within individuals and society as a whole.
Plowing the Justice Path by Fran Salone-Pelletier
We are baptized into the God who is freedom and justice.
A Voyage into Liminal Space by Fran Salone-Pelletier
Looking ahead to the New Year and the Feast of the Epiphany.
Newness Incarnate by Fran Salone-Pelletier
Continuing our series of Advent reflections with the readings for Fourth Sunday.
Sanctification from Within by William Droel
To hear the word of God, people must attentively listen to those huddled around a stable in Bethlehem, those scrambling among ruins within Syria, those in line at the Wednesday morning food pantry.
Serious Joy by Fran Salone-Pelletier
Continuing our series of Advent reflections with a look at the readings for Gaudete Sunday.
Heralding the Desert by Fran Salone-Pelletier
Continuing a series of Advent reflections with a look at the readings for the Second Sunday of the season.
Remembering Dr. Michael Ford
A note on the passing of a friend and frequent contributor to Today's American Catholic.
Advent Is Awareness Time by Fran Salone-Pelletier
A reflection on the readings for the First Sunday of Advent.
Two Poems by Johanna Caton, O.S.B.
"come, slice through lying words, unfurl, / make dizzy, whirl for our perplexed, imperilled, proud, / proud world . . ."
The Social Heart by Jeromiah Taylor
The heart is the antidote to hollow politics: the heart insists that persons are the value, the metric, the rule.
A Royal Homecoming by Fran Salone-Pelletier
A reflection on the readings for the Feast of Christ the King.
Seeking the Face of Christ: Part III—A Spirit of Eucharistic Hope by Ged Ayotte
Synodal conversation in the Spirit must allow for the prayerful critical thinking of the people of God, not as their baptismal right but as their very responsibility in Christ.
Wood and Nails by Wally Swist
I’ve never experienced loss on such a scale as I have in being a caregiver. I’ve never felt this alive before, either.