An Encounter With My Past

by Peter Hitchens

For the past few weeks I have been confined by state-sponsored panic to my hometown, for day after brilliantly sunny day. Continue Reading »

19 May 2020

Balm for Germany?

by Cole S. Aronson

Germany must stake its national honor on the welfare of the Jewish people. Continue Reading »

29 Oct 2019

Memorization and Repentance

by Hans Boersma

By memorizing, we turn away from sinful distraction and share in God’s own, ever-reliable memory in Christ. Continue Reading »

11 Mar 2019

Bless the Lord, O My Soul

by Viva Hammer

It is early still, and dark. Next to me my sister sleeps, but I wake with the sound of my father preparing for work. He is soft, so as not to disturb my mother. The window stirs, a ripple of white on the room. Then—there’s light on my eyes, morning light, and the sound of my father’s . . . . Continue Reading »

1 Apr 2018

Remembering Zion

by Francesca Aran Murphy

Memory is often a powerful means of awakening the religious sense. Continue Reading »

25 Jan 2018

In Memoriam, 2017

by George Weigel

Before the civil year ends, let’s remember seven giants who will be sorely missed. Continue Reading »

27 Dec 2017

Mister Bossy

by Brian Doyle

I think that was the first time in my entire life that I understood that sin was real. Continue Reading »

27 Oct 2016

Golden Memories of a Golden Anniversary

by George Weigel

In my mind’s eye, what I see on East 33rd Street is the old brick horseshoe where I learned baseball from my grandfather Weigel in the late 1950s—and where, a half-century ago, I had a foretaste of the joy of the Kingdom. Continue Reading »

5 Oct 2016

Healing Memories through Divine Mercy

by William Doino Jr.

Remembering God’s Mercy draws upon Holy Scripture and the great Catholic spiritual masters—particularly Jesuit saints such as Ignatius of Loyola and Peter Faber—to discuss painful memories through the lens of Christ’s Passion. Continue Reading »

4 Jul 2016

Remembering Robert Wood

by Laura Marsan

I am at a Labor Day cookout in Finneytown, Ohio, and all the food has been eaten. Kids run around the yard playing a messy game of tee-ball as the sun dips below the horizon. Fluorescent pink plastic balls and bats fly everywhere. The adults sit lazily, and talk turns from mild state-of-the-nation . . . . Continue Reading »

1 Feb 2000