C. C. Pecknold

The Holy See's intervention last Monday sounded like a hard reversal of Rome's synodal message. Continue Reading »

With his “cultural-linguistic” approach to Christianity, George Lindbeck hoped to find a way for ecclesial theology to reenter the university. Continue Reading »

If your Advent is all rose and no purple, you’ll be unprepared for the grace of Christmas. Continue Reading »

After nearly four years of performing, The Hillbilly Thomists have released their first album, and it is a veritable feast of Bluegrass banjo bliss. Continue Reading »

The feast is an exaltation of the Church militant, malignant, and triumphant.
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Whatever one thinks about the day that bears his name—so unjustly desacralized, in my opinion—it seems fitting that this day still retains a memory of a love which is hidden. Continue Reading »

Buried somewhere under all the debris, we saw the common good. Continue Reading »

On gratitude to God. Continue Reading »

The celebration of the Passion of the Lord is dramatic. It is the climax of all sacrifice. The curtain is torn. The temple is destroyed. On this day, when “Christ our passover was sacrificed,” the Christians fall prostrate in grief and sorrow. The whole range of human emotions experienced in the life of Christ are now on bended knee—sorrowful suffering, dripping blood, bloody flesh—the grief is palpable. Continue Reading »

Today Allen Tate is remembered—if at all—as a Southern Agrarian or New Critic. His name barely registers in discussions of “Catholic” writers. It was not always so. Tate’s 1950 conversion from atheism to Catholicism was so well celebrated that Marshall McLuhan would say that his was “the nearest American equivalent to Newman’s conversion.”Why do we hear so little of this American Newman? I started to wonder recently why do we not hear of his going to Mass with Ernest Hemingway in Paris, his pilgrimage to see T.S. Eliot in London, his correspondence with W.H. Auden? Why had I not heard of his time as poet-in-residence at Princeton where he spent countless hours discussing the Catholic faith with Jacques Maritain – who would eventually become his godfather? A friend who knows his work said to me, it is because he wrote the poem “Ode to the Confederate Dead,” and because we think he defended an old South that we are keen to expunge from our stained memory. Continue Reading »