Dear Fr Rutler: I can't stand my priest. Should I go parish-shopping?
Frankly, Father, I can't stand my priest.
Frankly, Father, I can't stand my priest.
It is incongruous that, at a time when Catholics are encouraged to increase their knowledge and devotion to the Scriptures, we diminish the biblical sense of time and season.
I thought I was an American before I ever set foot in the United States.
Only a real event of a radically new quality could possibly have given rise to the apostolic preaching.
Fr. Jim Schall was one of the most irresistibly lovable people I have ever known, and my life was greatly enriched by knowing him, and having a little bit of his metaphysical good cheer rub off on me.
Can my bishop discipline me for offering the old Mass?
Thirty-five years ago I admired the neo-Gothic buildings of a Catholic college in Westchester County.
The Church is no longer, as she once was, a Church composed of pagans who have become Christians, but a Church of pagans, who still call themselves Christians, but actually have become pagans.