Category: Reflections
Corruptions of the Heart by Nancy Enright
What can the work of J. R. R. Tolkien teach us about gun violence?
On Being Seriously Free, Not Stubbornly Liberal by Fran Salone-Pelletier
A reflection on two experiences of synodal listening. "It was here, in this room, at this time, that we were one."
There Is No Godly Justification for Guns by Julie A. Ferraro
Any Catholic who currently owns firearms should turn them in to law enforcement to be destroyed.
Race and the Fall by Pieter Dykhorst
We must unravel the “otherism” at the core of human nature that infects all relations and from which racism springs.
A Poem by Gerard Garrigan, OSB
"That river that was within you and through, / And through you that river there did still pulse . . ."
A Prayer for Graduates by Julie A. Ferraro
Remember: It takes more than the outer forms of religion to heal the divisions of our society and bring justice to the oppressed.
Two Poems by Marjorie Power
"I catch light, here between /
dwelling places, each with its name. . . ."
dwelling places, each with its name. . . ."
Mere Survival: Notes on an Enduring Illness by Walker Storz
"It is unnerving to realize how quickly one can adapt to this, to accept sleepwalking rapidly through highlight reels of weeks, then months, then years."
Time and Materials by William Droel
Does a spiritual motivation lurk “in the gears of modern routine”?
A Mother’s Day Benediction by Anne Kerrigan
Mother's Day is an opportunity to acknowledge all those who serve children in communities throughout the world.
Easter and the Incarnation by William Droel
To stay attuned to the eternal joy of Easter requires the simplicity and patience of the first witnesses in Bethlehem.
Finding Ourselves in the Passion Narrative by Fran Salone-Pelletier
I begin to see that I am not simply one of the many persons who are present at this singularly transformative crossroads. At one moment or another, I am all of them.
Two Poems by Giuseppe Ungaretti / Translated from the Italian by Wally Swist
"O homeland your every age / awakens in my blood . . ."
A Poem by Kathryn Sadakierski
"Intricate as the patterns etched in a leaf, / Calm and comforting as the sea . . ."