Liquidating Love in Eight Words
If being in love means anything, it means a willingness, and one which requires constant exercise, to say you’re sorry.
If being in love means anything, it means a willingness, and one which requires constant exercise, to say you’re sorry.
We can debate the morality and prudence of our wars, but we also can be grateful to those who fought and died before most of us were even born.
If Catholic conviction about Christ, grounded in history from the time of the first stirrings of the Church’s life on the day of Pentecost, is true, then we’re all obliged to defend it.
We are anchored to earth, yet we must aim for heaven, orchestrating our lives in a kind of rhythmic movement between these two orders of being.
Pope Francis has to stop the madness, and until he steps in to do so the Church will continue to fracture and unravel, spiraling completely out of control.
What appears to be a perfectly natural and normal sexual identity has now become nothing more than a social construct, thus enabling people endlessly to experiment with their biological being, juggling one or more genders at a time.Â
Why have we suddenly lost our minds and are now living in an asylum run by dangerous lunatics? And, more to the point, what do we need to do to end it?
What is the sound we hear that alone may dispel the darkness, vanquishing beneath its wings the dangers that assail us? Nothing less than the Third Person of the Trinity.
In the life of Christ, there is an event tucked away between Friday’s death and Sunday’s rising about which we know very little. Yet it contains the hidden key on which the whole story turns.
Nothing will placate the transgender community other than the cancelling of Christianity.
The story of Zeus forcing himself upon Leda contrasts sharply with the invitation of the true God to the young girl of Nazareth.
When the truth and the life of the Catholic Thing coexist, the result will constitute nothing less than the splendor of theology itself. Â
Our business is to journey on in unceasing search of God, the sheer outpouring of whose Word upon the Scriptures suffuses every page with the presence of Another.
Once belief in God goes, there is no end to the nonsense found to take His place.
The pope said priests can “never deny absolution.” Is this true? Absolutely not.
Defending marriage these days would seem to be a hill on which not so many are prepared to die. But why should that be the case? After all, there really isn’t anything more deserving of defense than the oldest institution in the world.
In truly Orwellian fashion, Stanford University has created an ever-expanding compilation of proscribed speech…all in the name of inclusivism.
Perhaps it might not be such a bad idea for the prigs of the planet to spare us their opinions, especially as they’re really not all that impressive.
The pure of heart are the blessed ones, Christ tells us, because having rid themselves of every distraction, their eyes remain fixed upon God alone.