George Weigel commeNTARY
The oldest cathedral and the newest challenge
It’s now the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, but for native Baltimoreans of a certain vintage (like me) it is, was, and always will be “the Old Cathedral:” the first of its kind in the United States
The Easter explosion
What happened on Easter Sunday was the most explosive experience in human history, shattering all previous expectations of human destiny.
The world episcopate and the German apostasy
The first responsibility here lies with the Bishop of Rome, Pope Francis, who should do what Pope St. Clement I did with the rowdy Corinthians in the immediate post-apostolic period and what Pope St. Gregory the Great did with brother bishops during the age of the Fathers: call the German bishops back to the “faith which was once for all delivered to the saints”
Father Mankowski, who died suddenly Sept. 3, was ‘off-the-charts brilliant’
He rarely expressed doubts about anything; but he displayed a great sensitivity to the doubts and confusions of those who had the humility to confess that they were at sea.
Rediscovering the reality of the Eucharist
Teaching the truth of the Eucharist is thus a task for this moment, turning plague time into a time of renewed faith in the wonder of what we are offered in holy communion.
If not for the glory of God, then for what?
Ad maiorem Dei gloriam [For the greater glory of God], often reduced to the abbreviation, AMDG, was the Latin motto of St. Ignatius Loyola, founder of the Society of Jesus. Georgetown Prep is a Jesuit school. So what happened to the D-word? What happened to God? Why did AMDG become AM[D]G while being translated into fundraising English?
Will Nancy Pelosi take a page from her father’s playbook?
If inner-city and other low- and middle-income Catholic schools are emptied because of unbearable financial pressures on parents, there will be multiple victims.
Extraordinary evangelization in extraordinary times
What Father Sherbrooke has done at St. Patrick’s in London in his 17 years as its pastor is little short of miraculous.
Rediscovering baptism in plague time
Let me urge you again: make this time of plague and quarantine the occasion to dig the “Catholic paper” out of your records, find your baptismal certificate, and learn the date of your baptism. And then, with appropriate celebration, ponder just what happened to you that day.
Flannery O’Connor and friends, revisited
At the end, that is the deepest impression her letters leave: here is a woman of extraordinary courage whose configuration of her life to the Cross was a source of both personal strength and literary genius.