Benedict

May 25, 2022

Column: The Hellish Loop of Gun Violence

March 2, 2022

Column: Winnie-the-Pooh and Lent

September 15, 2021

Column: On the Heartbeat Act

Let’s remember, it’s a kind of war.
April 2, 2021

Column: Scars and Peace

That he still bore scars is what I’ve always thought so beautiful. It’s what’s intrigued me more than almost anything else all these years about the story so many celebrate at Easter all over the world, believers, half-believers, unbelievers too. The story of resurrection, the idea of it, the hope of it.
April 1, 2021

Column: Cold and Creatureliness

Brutal are the reminders of our creatureliness, our frail nakedness.
April 1, 2021

Column: Freedom Revealed in a Myanmar Nun

A democracy fighting for its life, a body politic trying to survive: that’s what we’re seeing in Myanmar.
July 11, 2022

A Reflection at Subiaco: What is the Desire of Our Age?

Subiaco, Italy, 2015 It was the philosopher Alasdair MacIntyre who said, “We are waiting not for a Godot, but for another—doubtless very different—St. Benedict.” We exist, rather unknowingly, he said, in a new dark age, and so he invoked a figure from the past, this saint whose beginning we’ve come to see.