The Latin Mass gave me a hunger for beauty and a reverence for the sacred. It also made me bitter and arrogant.

One way through grief is service. And as many of us know, from the tips of our fingers through the depths of our hearts to the bottom of our wallets, there are many ways to serve.

The ever-present political talk of who is a good enough Catholic, or who should or should not receive Communion, hits close to home.

Can we let ourselves see the graces that have arisen out of this tragedy?

Our democracy demands that we refrain from using party politics as a stand-in for unshakable creeds. Rather, we must practice and honor dissent.

How could I express that no matter what, the Eucharist unceasingly calls me back home to the Catholic faith? That’s why this document on the Eucharist from the U.S. bishops shakes me.