Our nation is deeply divided along a number of political, economic and social fault lines. As a people, we seem to have given in to a form of discourse and argumentation that lacks basic respect and civility. We may not like the negative political ads or the candidates arguing and debating as if facing mortal enemies, but we are part of the culture that makes it possible.
Over the past several months, many faithful Catholics have expressed deep dissatisfaction with this year’s presidential election, and understandably so: Neither major party candidate seems personally guided by a consistent ethic of life, and there are deep, concerning questions about the character of both.
Thoughts about my four kids, including one getting ready to select a college, have been churning in my head.
Last month, Pope Francis called on Catholics to consider a new work of mercy: ‘care for our common home’.
God pardons all our faults, our weaknesses, our struggles. Shouldn’t we also do the same for others?
The Holy Father has charged us to be a ‘listening church,’ but our noisy Information Age makes it hard to listen well, and my generation may suffer the most.
During election season, we hear a great deal about “following our consciences” and the need for conscience formation. The U.S. bishops offer their guide to faithful citizenship so that the principles of Catholic social teaching might inform our election day decisions, and a number of organizations similarly put out a range of voting guides.
Through wars, conflicts, trials and tribulations, our anthem has become a tradition, a way for us to honor those who have fought, with great sacrifice, to preserve our freedom.
Scribbling hope. That’s how I would describe my attendance at this fall’s Diocesan Council of Catholic Women conference on Saturday, Sept. 17. I usually write down things that people say or something that I read that touches me in my little cheapo composition tablets from Walmart or Target. Kind of like, treasures of the heart. […]
A recent study reported in The New York Times (Aug. 3) determined that people who read books live an average of almost two years longer than nonreaders. Indeed, the lives of readers are likely to be not only longer but deeper.
His name is Omran. He sits motionless in an Aleppo ambulance after his family home was bombed. His silent stare screams at anyone looking: “I am a human being! Why can’t you see me?”