The saintly, magnanimous way of Dr. Hernández can inspire us especially in this dreadful time of global medical emergency.

My mom and I have dedicated ourselves to loving each other as parent and child and as children of God. I believe Monica and Augustine did the same—even when they were at odds over Augustine’s sexual behavior.

Learning of the witness of Daniel Berrigan, S.J., sparked me to make many of the choices that led me to be a journalist and an activist.

To mark this National Day of Prayer, America asked our social media followers to share their prayer intentions and favorite ways to pray.

I had to accept that it’s possible that there is no God. Or that there is, but he is a stranger. Instead of choosing to trust the church because trust was where I wanted to be, I deliberately stepped out, off the safety of the shore, into doubt.

Can we imagine Daniel Berrigan’s portrait, all gussied up, unfurled above the high altar of St. Peter’s? I know I can; but on his centenary it is more than enough to envision this great American’s visage on view in a gallery in the nation’s capital.