Although it is Ordinary Time in the Church year, I think it often feels like Good Friday these days. Don’t you?
Category: Columns
The quiet blessing of ministry to retired priests
This year, five of us priests were honored for serving 50 years in the priesthood. Barring a cancellation because of the coronavirus, we will be honored again at the Priests Assembly.
‘Ridiculous’ to remove St. Junípero Serra
I have just received word that, after voting to remove a large statue of St. Junípero Serra that stands in front of their City Hall, the government of Ventura, Calif, (which is in my pastoral region) is now considering removing the image of Padre Serra from the city seal and from the badges of the Ventura police officers.
Smiling behind your mask
There is great irony in the twists and turns of our journey through COVID-19.
In fall, students will return to Catholic schools
Looking back at my life, other than some great teachers, my time in elementary school wasn’t that memorable. Like anything, it had its moments but as a whole, it was pretty ordinary.
Living ideals in Declaration of Independence
Independence Day is a federal holiday in the United States commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, also known as the Fourth of July.
Finding rest in troubled times
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Like many people, I’ve been getting little sleep these days, pondering the troubles plaguing the world.
Amidst tumultuous times, finding a way to rest a while is imperative — for mental health, for the strength to care for one’s family.Heart of Jesus, holy temple of God
I’ve been reading, recently, a good deal of the work of Dietrich von Hildebrand — perhaps not a household name, but in fact one of the greatest Catholic philosophers of the last century.
Unorthodox and the modern myth of origins
Unorthodox, a mini-series that debuted on Netflix a few weeks ago, is the story of a young woman who escapes from her oppressive Hasidic community in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and finds freedom with a group of welcoming friends in Berlin.
Seeking detachment from the way things were
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My daughter’s yearbook arrived the other day.
Brimming with colorful photos of smiling students and teachers at various gatherings, it filled me with not only the nostalgia that always accompanies the end of the school year but with a yearning for the way things used to be, before masks and social distancing.