As Rev. George V. Coyne, S.J. declared, “science can purify religion from error and superstition; religion can purify science from idolatry and false absolutes. Each can draw the other into a wide world, a world in which both can flourish.”
The light of Christ, the Unconquered Sun, manifests divine truth in a way that is both personal and magnificent. And that sheds light on the nature of our human desire for meaning.
Last August, as the Olympics were concluding, I set out to answer several questions about sports in an essay for…
In the days after the tree fell, some Christian friends told me the way it fell was Providential. “God is watching over you,” they said. That kind of talk tidies up a great and painful mystery. Was he watching over me and not over my friend that day? Has he been watching over me since childhood and not giving her a second glance?
Let Catholics make clear that we have something to offer which addresses more than a small set of parochial concerns
Cultivating a more human method for securing and assenting to truth is the solution to our present “epistemological crisis,” not only for Christians in need of more sure belief, but also for the work of evangelization and salvation.
Ultimately, The Benediction Option may serve a primarily therapeutic role, reassuring readers, primarily conservative Christians, that they are part of the in-group that fully recognizes the bankruptcy of the secular world, all the while having little practical impact.
Nietzsche himself gives us the reminder of our calling, when he scoffs at Christians because they await the coming of the Kingdom of God and “live in ‘faith,’ in ‘love,’ in ‘hope.’” May this faithful, loving, and hopeful awaiting the Kingdom be the source of our strength through this Lenten season and beyond.
Crucifixion is asphyxiation. As you hang on a cross, the position requires you to constantly pull yourself upwards. Your chest and diaphragm are required to open up each time you breath. Jesus’s whole body was in agony. But just to catch his breath, He had to push His feet up (where a nail pierced His ankles), extend His torso upwards (where splinters pulled away at His raw skin), and flex up His shoulders (one of which was likely separated), while His hands, pierced too, pulled against His effort. In short, each breath was agony.
In a Polish Parish in the Little Village neighborhood, I began my life as a Catholic in the late 1950s. …