The mystery of the Triune God goes beyond the confines of sex or gender.
James Martin, S.J.
The Rev. James Martin, S.J., is a Jesuit priest, author, editor at large at America and founder of Outreach.
Posted inFaith, Faith in Focus
Want a better prayer life this Lent? Start by being honest with God about everything. (Yes, everything.)
Honesty means sharing things you might consider inappropriate for conversation with God.
Posted inFaith, Lent Reflections
On Ash Wednesday, remember ashes are a symbol. The goal is transformation.
Metanoia is deeper than repentance. It’s a wholesale turning around, a re-orientation of everything.
Posted inFaith, Faith in Focus
What is Valentine’s Day like when you’re celibate?
Many if not most single people may struggle with how to celebrate Valentine’s Day, if they choose to do so at all.
Posted inFaith, Faith in Focus
God’s voice or mine? 7 tips on what to listen to in prayer
Read an excerpt from Fr. James Martin’s new book on prayer
Posted inFaith, Faith and Reason
How Catholic Leaders Helped Give Rise to Violence at the U.S. Capitol
Father James Martin: An alarming number of Catholic clergy contributed to an environment that led to the fatal riots at the U.S. Capitol.
Posted inArts & Culture, Television
In ‘The Crown,’ the royal family is miserable. What would St. Ignatius say about duty, freedom and the monarchy?
James Martin, S.J., and Kerry Weber on ‘The Crown’: What does it mean to uphold one’s duty? What does it mean to be free?
Posted inPolitics & Society, Vantage Point
From 1993: The Flight to and from Thika
In this 1993 piece, James Martin reflects on the realities of refugees he met in Thika, Kenya.
Posted inFaith
Remembering Bill Barry, S.J.
William A. Barry, S.J. Bill was 90 years old when he died at the Jesuit infirmary at Campion Center in Weston, Mass., on Saturday.
Posted inFaith, Vantage Point
From 1996: James Martin, SJ, on the stories of East African refugees
From 1996: After two years of work in East Africa, it’s not my own experiences that I remember most vividly—it’s the stories I heard from refugees.