The city of God is replaced by the Man’s city of harmony. The conclusion of this story is not unexpected – this revolution ends in failure. 

At root here is a naive miscalculation of the metaphysical magnitude of human loneliness and the desire for intimacy. 

Helping those who need additional protection during times of crisis and need. 

There should be no safer place for the beating heart of a child than beneath his mother’s.

The essence of Christian morality “lies in living the moment within this tension toward the Infinite."

Like Christ, we must respond to this desert with intensity and to make this time set-aside more definitive for our discipleship.

Revisiting the feminine genius as seen by Pope Francis. 

Our efforts to decrease the death toll of COVID-19 must be carried out with simplicity and detachment.

Earthly utopias, worldly cares and approbation are not the proper concerns of the Church. 

The exercise to dream of our future and to follow our passions: is that the way a son or daughter of God can fruitfully think about his or her future?

How should the idea of hands-on work play into our discussion of the human dignity we need in our economy?

Most of life's issue are difficult to resolve; fail to be neat or clean they do like a neatly written story. Why is that? 

If someone has to save us from the destruction of the Earth, this will certainly not be the movement which created Greta.

A review of Robert Louis Wilken's Liberty in the Things of God: The Christian Origins of Religious Freedom. 

What to make of those who dunk idols in the river? 

Ours is a time of great confusion, a dystopia abandoned by reason, a place where, for far too many, the irreal reigns. 

The virtue and discipline required to obtain positions of power and authority are often the best checks against its abuse. 

Heartfelt gifts are an extension of family and friends, and we in a sense enter into communion with the givers of these gifts by holding on to them.

The things we most cherish demand a “Platonic turn,” one that reaches into the muck of incomplete ideas, and with a bit of virtuous unknowing produces a glimpse of goodness worthy of deep affection.

Lord, Make me an Instrument of your peace...and make my fist the lance of your justice....