Birth and death bookend our temporal experience, but we are called to fill everything between them with love and mercy and decency, not cling to fantasies of a fraudulent eternity.
Faith in Focus
Hospital chaplain: I’ve seen the bodies of children killed by guns. Must you see them, too?
I have heard it said that if the public could see the physical images of violence after a shooting, perhaps we would all be more fervent in our demand for radical change. I have seen it. Must I make you look, too?
How a Franciscan friar turned Chicago politician learned to connect with gang members
The guys caught up in gang violence were yearning for respect, as all people deserve, and gaining a grasp on their perspective was God’s lesson for me.
Nerves, tears and chanting: What I saw during the New York Sisters of Charity vote to stop accepting members
’The air was still. The silence felt like a cloak enfolding the room.‘
My sister, daughter and the new Barbie all have Down syndrome—here’s how the new doll helps us emulate how Jesus lived
My sister, who has Down syndrome, never had dolls that looked like her growing up. Today, my kids can play with a Barbie who has Down syndrome, which allows all children to welcome people with disabilities.
I never understood devotion to Mary. Then I had a baby.
My relationship with Mary is complicated. I couldn’t see the appeal of Marian devotion until I had a baby and understood how she embodies the life-giving sacrifice of motherhood.
The Covid pandemic is officially over. What will we still hold onto?
Four editors on the official end of the Covid-19 pandemic, and to consider what lessons we might take with us into the future.
What I’ll tell my children about how Covid-19 turned my young adulthood on its head
One day, Covid-19 will be a story, one that we package and deliver to people who never lived through it.
My Corona Diary, by Thomas Carthusia
Writing this marginally insane diary was a reminder to me that, no matter what disasters strike us, and no matter what destruction they wreak, we can at least find ways to diminish their soul-destroying power. We can at least laugh.
How my 3-year-old’s epiphany in a drug store shaped my view of the pandemic
Can something really be over if you can still feel it in your bones?
