Vanessa Santilli-Raimondo: My piano keeps my life in tune
There is a special type of panic that is reserved for watching your piano being maneuvered up three flights of stairs.
Editorial: A call to action
In his report on the crisis in Myanmar, Canada’s special envoy to the region fell short of labelling Rohingya persecution a genocide. But that detail should not stop Canada from acting as if it is one.
God's word on Sunday: Loving one another builds path to God
Second Sunday of Easter, April 8 (Year B) Acts 4:32-35; Psalm 118; 1 John 5:1-6; John 20:19-31
Peter Stockland: It’s our turn to ride the wave of change
There is a deeply Catholic sense of hope in standing on history’s shore watching a major wave break while sensing another building, barely visible, on the horizon.
Editorial: More work to do
The Catholic relationship with Canada’s Indigenous peoples no doubt wobbled with the announcement that Pope Francis is not coming here to offer the apology so explicitly called for by the Truth and Reconciliation Commission. After so much suffering, it could hardly be otherwise.
Bob Brehl: Coyote attack a sign of upside down world
Do you ever wonder if sometimes the world is upside down?
- By Robert Brehl
Charles Lewis: Silence much easier said than done
Many of us were fortunate enough to hear Cardinal Robert Sarah speak at St. Michael’s Cathedral Basilica last month. He is truly a holy man and strong voice in a world of banalities. How many people do you know whose cause is silence?
Fr. Raymond J. De Souza: Rosica pulls back curtain on ‘a new dictatorship’
Fr. Thomas Rosica, CEO of Salt & Light Catholic Media Foundation, published a blistering assessment of Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in the pages of a Jesuit magazine, identifying in practice what Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger memorably called the “dictatorship of relativism.”
God's word on Sunday: The yeast of Christ will lead us to the truth
Resurrection of the Lord, April 1 (Year B) Acts 10:34a, 37-43; Psalm 118; 1 Corinthians 5:6b-8; John 20:1-18
The Church on the Street: Searching for divine power in the eyes of a stranger
Some nights it does not take long for the temperature to plummet. I don’t mean the thermometer, but the temperature of the street.
The unique landscape of my youth fading fast
Passers-by hardly give it a glance. A Kingston place key to my past is about to vanish, forever.