Yesterday, I had the chance to serve as deacon for Mass in the Church of St. Ignatius in Rome. It was a beautiful liturgy on a crystal blue day shared with family and friends. What a joyous opportunity!

Chances are if you’re Catholic you’ve said it, or at least thought it: I am terrible at praying.

I’ve never even owned a dog. Isn’t that a prereq for parenting these days?

What is it about habits and cassocks that capture the imagination of even secular audiences?