At the "information meeting" of the College of Cardinals this past August 29–30, there was considerable agreement that evangelization is Catholicism's prime imperative for the twenty-first century—a consensus understandably gratifying to the author of a 2013 book with the then-provocative title Evangelical Catholicism.

I guess I have become a phobiaphobe.

If Jesus did not really rise from the dead who started the Resurrection myth and why?  What profit did the liars get out of their lie?

We just happen to be Catholics, right? Does it make any difference what we are? Does being Catholic really, ultimately, mean much of anything?

Disasters like the current global pandemic invite us to ask two questions about the relation between our faith and our disaster. 

"I am so for this!" exclaimed a Facebook friend, linking to a headline about the Los Angeles City Council's vote to replace Columbus Day with "Indigenous Peoples' Day."

How was the interfaith meeting? 

"The Eucharist has given me life," she said — and "my father would have shot me for what I have done."

A dialogue on the Eucharist with C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Billy Graham. 

Back when my younger son was a teenager we'd shared a surprising conversation over a suppertime hamburger.