Each year, the March for Life is an opportunity to bear witness to the unique dignity of each human being made in the image of God with an irreplaceable part in the human family. Thousands join me on the cold streets of the nation’s capital to remind our leaders of their sacred obligation to defend innocent human life.
As the young students filled The Dome at America’s Center in St. Louis, each proudly representing their college as many of them waved flags with their school colors, you could cut the electricity with a knife.
Over 55 years ago, when I was on retreat at Weston, the Jesuit philosophate and theologate in Cambridge, Massachusetts, I was surprised to hear music at a liturgy that I had not heard before. Liturgical folk music had been around for the several years since Vatican II had concluded, but it seemed to me to lack the vibrancy one might like.
For abortion’s opponents, it has been a frustrating year. When it came to the courts, the prolife movement scored its most significant victory when the U.S. Supreme Court in 2022 reversed its 1973 decision calling abortion a constitutional right.
“Who knew it was this much fun?” This phrase encapsulates the sentiments expressed by the young Church when describing their profound experiences at the National Catholic Youth Conference.
This phrase encapsulates the sentiments expressed by the young Church when describing their profound experiences at the National Catholic Youth Conference.
I have a confession to make. But I’ll get to it later because, after all, you can’t rush a good confession, and I haven’t finished examining my conscience yet anyway.
If you are a letter writer, a highlight of Advent is the opportunity to put pen to paper and greet friends and loved ones with Christmas cards reminding them that they are close to your heart in the great celebrations to come. For me, a good cup of coffee, Christmas music in the background, and a stack of Christmas cards and felt-tipped pens is a cherished ritual of Advent.
Until I was 15 years old, I never had to think about whether the building I was in had an elevator or escalator. Stairs worked just as well for me.
This Thanksgiving, be thankful in all ways. With the loss of our daughter, the Syliah Volmar Foundation has given our family comfort as we watch the lives of children change because of the education provided for them.
