New York police officer Wilbert Mora was buried February 2. He was gunned down in a Harlem apartment January 21 after responding to a 911 call; his partner Jason Rivera died at the scene, and Mora succumbed to his wounds a few days later. The funeral was held at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, as . . . . Continue Reading »
When a man proclaims nature malignant in all its parts and professes to hate life itself, one’s first suspicion is that something is profoundly wrong with him. The man’s grievance against creation must be the effect of some personal deficiency in body or soul or both, rather than a sound . . . . Continue Reading »
The Jewish calendar is the Jewish catechism: So said the -nineteenth-century German champion of Jewish Orthodoxy, Samson R. Hirsch, and with good reason. Rosh Hashana, Yom Kippur, Passover: Despite differences in theology and observance, most Jews, even those who are not well-versed in the entire . . . . Continue Reading »
On September 29 last year, the Feast of St. Michael and All Angels, I was received into the Ordinariate of the Catholic Church, which was established for Anglicans who desire full communion with the See of Peter, at Our Lady of the Assumption and St. Gregory Church in London. Since then, I have . . . . Continue Reading »
In the fall of 2021, a student at the University of Dallas asked me to give a tribute to Dr. Louise Cowan, one of the most famous faculty members at the university, as part of an event centered on remembering the dead for All Saints and All Souls. I had had no occasion to commemorate her when . . . . Continue Reading »
Finches at all my feeders flash and bickerin ritual consternation and all weather,jangle at me with never-ending want,need me compliant but omnipotent.Within the nearby pine, push comes to shoveas the shrill chorus nags me, makes me leavethe cool deck and my chair and drink and bookto fetch seed . . . . Continue Reading »
I. Nourishment O Vitality!true blush and bloomof those who’ve diedbut live nowin Heaven, to you, Aliment of the enfeebled,who sustain uswith that lasting Sweetness—honey of your own fleshthat soaks, cell by cell,our hunger— thanks. Because you who are Foodlet yourself be fed:you . . . . Continue Reading »
II. Appearance O Architect of the stars (brightness blazoned as if strewn), you, who ranged the constellations to disclose yourself enfleshed, appointing one most lucid witness to that Majesty—so clear that magi, seeing it, bent low over their offerings, murmuring admiration— Just so, I . . . . Continue Reading »