Tonight we watched two strange Holy Thursday Masses. The Pope’s Mass in an empty St Peter’s basilica played on my laptop while I made dinner, the computer resting next to my tray of hot cross buns. There was no washing of feet. No...
Bishop Christopher Coyne writes: At times I have wondered why even after his resurrection Christ still bore the wounds of the Cross. His is a resurrected and glorified body, one no longer bound to this physical realm. Could not then, the perfection...
Thinking about why my younger self was obsessed with Fight Club and American Beauty. Both films are a true picture of life in a fallen world where people do not know God but recognize that there is something profoundly wrong with the world. They are...
Sir Patrick Stewart has embarked on a spontaneous project to read through Shakespeare’s sonnets— so far one of my favorite instances of the outflowing of creativity that is whiling away the time in this season of plague/quarantine/social distancing...
