Our desires for the divine can be co-opted by artificial stimulants-. Ignatian prayer can help.
Faith in Focus
Watching the trial of Derek Chauvin during Holy Week
If Christians, especially white Christians, vilify Derek Chauvin, we absolve ourselves of our own complicity in the racist structures that permitted him to place and pin his knee on George Floyd’s neck. Surely it is not us, Lord?
My 8-year-old son has taught me—a sacramental theologian—how to love the sacraments again.
I needed my beloved son to teach me once more to gaze with desire upon the Blessed Sacrament, to receive with joy the body and blood of Our Lord.
How one gay southern Baptist found himself drawn to the Catholic Church
Coming to the Catholic Church was not so much a radical departure from everything I had known before; it was a new chapter that allowed me to embrace and build upon it.
St. Óscar Romero helped me carry the cross of experiencing anti-Asian racism—and to speak out against hate.
St. Óscar Romero’s words asking us to value our sufferings as Christ did invite me to see my struggles as something I do not need to hide.
‘Why is Jesus covered in popcorn?’: Memories of Vietnamese Catholic Holy Week in New Orleans
It has been almost 20 years since I left New Orleans to join the Jesuits, and there are few things I miss more than Holy Week at my home parish.
The weight of attending Mass for those who cannot
As part of that small number of parishioners able to take the Eucharist, I felt that holy burden to be present in the Presence for those who could not be there.
I grew up in the shadow of the Columbine and Aurora shootings. How can I hold the horror of another Colorado massacre?
My generation has never known what it is to exist without the possibility of death by firearms at school, at the movies.
St. Joseph is a prophet in the Byzantine tradition. What can we learn from their devotion?
The inclusion of the Byzantine commemoration in the festivities of the Year of St. Joseph can broaden and deepen contemporary piety around Jesus’ earthly father.
My therapist was not a savior. But she was the faithful witness to my pain and resurrection.
I am alive because a woman spent years watching me emerge from the dead and refused to be afraid.
