Francis Campbell: Fundamental truths about Kavanaugh hearing circus cannot be ignored
Never let the truth get in the way of a good story. That old newsroom jest has been bandied about for years, especially when questioning a dubious article in a rival publication.
Luke Stocking: Time to overcome fear
How little it takes. How few people cross our borders before we allow narratives of fear to start taking hold of us.
Angela Saldanha: The joy of being aware of God’s presence
I left home in my teens; travelled afar, far from family and friends. Life in the new country was different,exciting, challenging. And horribly lonely.
Francis Campbell: We can no longer hide from some ugly truths
Groundhog Day is a 1993 movie featuring actor Bill Murray as a cynical television weatherman forced to live the same day over and over again.
Fr. Thomas Reese: Doubts about Viganò’s accusations aside, Pope Francis needs a better response
Fr. Thomas Reese: Pennsylvania grand jury report is a new low for Catholic Church
Awful, disgusting, horrifying, sickening — one runs out of adjectives in describing the actions of abusive priests chronicled in the just-released Pennsylvania grand jury report.
Francis Campbell: Follow God’s direction at life’s crossroads
By the time this scribbling reaches publication online and in print, our long summer journey will be more than half completed.
Bishop Barron: Jurassic Park is no place to fool with Mother Nature
The original Jurassic Park film from 25 years ago rather inventively explored a theme that has been prominent in Western culture from the time of the Romantic reaction to the Enlightenment — namely, the dangers of an aggressive and arrogant rationalism.
Luke Stocking: Church must start piping up on pipelines
For the sake of the planet, the rights of Indigenous peoples and the future, the Catholic Church in Canada spoke out against the pipeline.
Francis Campbell: Jesus was definitely there through Becky’s journey
Gone prematurely, remembered always.
Rebecca Maureen (Becky) Beaton passed away early one mid-May morning after a gutsy 30-month battle with cancer. Becky was just 36 and I was proud to call her my niece for that seemingly brief period of time.
The question remains: To whom shall you go?
A time to search and a time to give up.