A Pond for Ponderings

Yesterday's feast of the Icon Not Made By Hands remembers when King Abgar of Syria was suffering from leprosy and asked for an image ...

During my time doing my Masters at Boston College, I had the honor of being a Lonergan Fellow and studying the work of Bernard Lonergan, ...

I'm a little embarrassed by how long it's been between posts, but silence is a good thing. While I've never been particularly co...

Last year, the Boston Marathon bombings set the scandal of suffering and beauty down the street from me. Friends stumbling with ears ri...

I'm certain infants would speak if only they wanted; but their lack of desire comes from being all too often caught up in all that ...

With his feast day now passing, I thought I should share this favorite passage of mine from Thomas Aquinas'  Summa Theologiæ . For an...

Suffused with this winter's morning light the drapery glows a gentle eggshell white casting stripes stretched across a blue f...