No matter how good, no one gets a pass. Not even a saint. The founder of the Catholic University of Milan — a priest and physician — described this saint as “an ignorant and self-mutilating psychopath who exploited people’s credulity.” But the
I was talking with one of my hip friends. I have hip friends. I swear. He is not a believer and never has been as far as I can tell. I feel for him. There’s not much comfort in his vague agnosticism,
I visited the statue at the friary in Huntington, Indiana, just before its formal blessing on July 30. It’s of Blessed Father Solanus Casey. Statues can be displayed for devotional purposes once a person has been beatified. Father Solanus was beatified last
I think of John Carroll as the first American Catholic. Born in colonial Maryland, he came from an old Catholic family. His older brother signed the Constitution while his cousin — Charles Carroll of Carrollton (d. 1832) — was the last surviving
Solution is not to ban classic works with social sins but to educate on the historical realities, values
Juan Romero was a 17-year-old immigrant busboy from Mexico working at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles. It was a little after midnight on June 5, 1968. Romero had shaken hands with Bobby Kennedy, who had just formally won the critical Democratic
Stephen King has a new one — “The Outsider” (Simon & Schuster, $30). I’ll take it. We’ve been together a long time. I wasn’t with him when he was peddling stories to men’s magazines back in the early 1970s. But I found
A gang of us bet weekly on pro football games back in the day in a pool run by a local guy I never met. It was illegal, though we didn’t think about that. Wrong picks would cost each of us around
I’m always torn. The guy — it’s always a guy — is on the corner panhandling. The question is: To give, or not to give? To say something, or say nothing? I think of the old Beatles song “Eleanor Rigby”: “All the
“Peter is within.” That was the translation of an inscription scratched amid a host of ancient Christian hieroglyphics that pointed at the truth. Tradition long had held that St. Peter the Apostle, martyred in Rome, was buried there. Somewhere under the altar