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.
The pilings on the east side of the Brooklyn Bridge are on the spot where the great Father of Our Country, having evacuated eight thousand Continental troops after their defeat in the Battle of Long Island, boarded the last small boat.
