After the wild revival in the naveI went home feeling stupid since the resthad got it. Why was I no good to save?My brain was grasping like an atheist: how can you know one climbed out of a tomband all the dead will wake as if they’d slept?“You back?” came probing from my brother’s room.I . . . . Continue Reading »
The Catholic Church in the West is full of corruption—financial, sexual, and spiritual. We are forced to face this hard reality, not the least because the weak pontificate of Pope Francis offers so little of substance. The corruption that afflicts us does not arise from overpowering lusts. Our . . . . Continue Reading »
On a hazy afternoon in late May 1986, I wait, as I wait every weekday afternoon in a parking lot in Branford, Connecticut, for my son to be dismissed from school. While I wait, I listen to Ceci, another mother new to the school, whose son is in my son’s class. She is telling me about her car. From . . . . Continue Reading »