Essay: It was a subtle, almost imperceptible invitation. Yet, at 7 p.m., I was drawn back to church for the Good Friday liturgy.
To my small mind during my formative years, Ash Wednesday was a day filled with equal parts mysticism, theater and a little horror thrown in for good measure.
At 6 p.m. on an unusually mild Christmas Eve, I parked my tan Ford Escort next to Ellen's red one outside a pizza parlor in downtown Syracuse, N.Y.
Essay: I have the suspicion that Pope Francis is a fan of Scrooge, the crusty, mean, emotionally gnarled miser of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.
Essay: After a failed attempt to become a Trappist monk, imposter Ferdinand Waldo Demara proceeded to join nearly a dozen other Catholic orders.
Essay: Like it or not, a study of Catholic youth in the United States shows the situation regarding young people and the church is somber.
Essay: What could the U.S. church look like in 50 years? One writer takes a guess.
Memorial Day: I love my country. I marched in and still cry at parades. My dad was a World War II veteran. But I abhor war.
The story of Dymphna -- the patron saint of the mentally ill -- involves such horrors as incest and decapitation. However, her legacy launched a community of unprecedented and unrivaled compassion for the mentally ill.
Essay: No other nation imprisons its people as we do. Yet, going into jail to listen and help is an act of mercy and love.