It took all Advent and Christmas, but I’m finally accustomed to responding, “And with your spirit” each of the five times it’s required of us at Mass.
On the whole I’ve settled in to the new English translation of the liturgy. One line still startles me each time I hear it, though. In the second Eucharistic prayer, when we intercede for the dead, the priest prays, “Welcome them into the light of your face.”
I’ve a fond memory from a night in college when I introduced two...
I slammed the door on Joseph and Mary the other night. That was after I threatened to slap them.
It wasn’t a renunciation of faith, but an expression of it, however. I was participating in my first Las Posadas celebration, and playing the part of an innkeeper.
Do you know this lovely custom?
It originated in Spain, though now is practiced primarily in Mexico and Central America.
Neighborhoods or church communities mark the novena leading up to Christmas with a nightly candle-lit...
It was Advent fifteen years ago when I went to heaven.
Not literally: I’m too carnal to be making mystic claims for myself. Rather, I experienced one of those moments of grace and transport the Lord sends for no discernible reason other than as pure gift to delight us.
I was commuting to work and tuned into the local classical station when the “Hallelujah Chorus” from Handel’s Messiah began.
The beloved composition is actually for Easter, as the libretto indicates. We have...
“Are we having fun yet?” has become a common means of asserting: no, we aren’t.
As whining goes, it’s light-hearted enough, but I can’t help thinking the question and its unstated answer expose a deeper cultural complaint.
We want to have fun, and considering the leisure time and pleasurable pursuits available to us, we should be having it. But we aren’t.
Never are we more certain to fail at “having fun” than as the Thanksgiving-Christmas juggernaut approaches.
Remember Carnac the Magnificent?
He was the recurring character on Johnny Carson’s “Tonight Show” who could “magically” divine the answers to questions before they were asked.
“Shovel-ready projects,” he might have said were he here today.
Then his side-kick might open an envelope to reveal the question, “What do we all become at the end of our lives?”
The late columnist William Safire once penned a hilarious column about the jogging craze when it first came into...
Fifty-three years ago this month, Pope Pius XII passed away.
On the 50th anniversary, his successor, Pope Benedict XVI, celebrated Mass to mark the occasion and gave a thoughtful homily.
A noble tribute to possibly our time’s most maligned man.
A great man, hailed as a hero in his time—personally responsible, in the estimation of Jewish historian Pinchas Lapide for the rescue of some 860,000 Jews during the Nazi persecution of Europe—has been defamed in death as a coward or Nazi...
One steamy day the summer of my 12th year, I sought refuge in the cool basement of my childhood home and spent an afternoon devouring Felix Timmermans’ The Perfect Joy of St. Francis.
Since Mom is an evangelical and Dad is Jewish, I’ve no idea how this book came to be on our shelves, nor do I recall what attracted me to it. But three hours later the myth that Catholics don’t believe in a personal relationship with Jesus Christ was shattered forever in my mind.
My path to Catholicism...
Our nation’s economic crisis has provoked some interesting commentary, and not only in the political realm. I’ve heard more than one pundit observe that the nation’s financial hardship has a silver lining. Comparative poverty is going to force us to re-evaluate our priorities. We’re going to learn not to be so materialistic.
Christianity is the religion of hope, able to draw good from evil circumstances, so there’s something to the idea that collective belt-tightening could have...
We often hear stories of nice girls corrupted by Hollywood, but rarely of reversions to being nice girls.
Here’s one such story, brought to mind by a recent re-viewing of “The Fountainhead.”
It stars Gary Cooper as the uncompromising architect Howard Roark. His leading lady is Patricia Neal, in the film that made her career though it wasn’t technically her debut.
Her performance was fine, though the film is quite campy and the character of Dominique Francon I find ridiculous,...
Shortly before Christmas one year, we took our kids to the battlefield at Yorktown.
There's an enormous earthwork on the battlefield site, dug by Washington and his men to give them the high ground for a siege. It was fortified during the Civil War, but otherwise remains as it was.
You can't believe people moved that much earth without benefit of a backhoe.
Even more astonishing than creating high ground by hand, however, is the poverty of condition Washington and his men endured....