Meg Hunter-Kilmer breaks open the meaning of the Scriptures in light of Christ as the fulfillment of all prophecies in her latest book, “Eyes Fixed on Jesus.”

In an era where we’re not producing the penny anymore, returning Old Bay to its original metal canister somehow feels reassuring.

The bishops speak in the public square on a host of issues, and they do so with the voice of public reason, not as “culture-warriors” (another silly epithet applied to them by bears of little brain).

The church does not have any explicit rule about when the hymn “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” can be sung. In principle, it’s perfectly allowed to sing this throughout Advent. However, I think I can guess why your choir director wants to hold off on using this hymn until later in the season.

Leo’s papacy, of nine months gestation, has revealed itself slowly — full of hope but also hidden, as though the first pope from the United States meant to show himself in small, unhurried measures.

As modern technology continues to offer interventions impacting the appearance of the human body, the question remains of where humans get their identity.

God doesn’t wait for us to get our spiritual act together before he moves on our behalf. He just asks us to turn toward him with whatever we’ve got, however inadequate it feels.

During Thanksgiving week, a group of 25 young adults from Iskali went into our neighborhoods carrying groceries, rosaries and a desire to draw close to families shaken by immigration detentions, deportations and loss.

Even after nearly 2,000 years, we still have trouble fully appreciating the beautiful church teaching about the conception of Mary.

When we have empathy for the least of these immigrants and refugees — without regard to their legal status — we have empathy for Jesus.