It is one of the peculiar failures of modernity that so many Catholics attend Mass but do not belong to their parishes. They slip in and out of pews like shadows, avoiding eye contact, avoiding conversation, avoiding community. St. Francis de Sales would gently chide them: “The secret to Christian devotion is not to withdraw…

If God starts on two, so should we. For those who don’t know, this is a dancing reference—and, furthermore, the brief insight I’d like to share is a direct result of my own experience salsa dancing.

When I use my washing machine or dishwasher, I should at least be aware that many people’s work, many hours of their lives, were spent to make them. I should try to purchase things as well as I can that are made in places that uphold the dignity of the laborer and their labor. And…

In an age of unprecedented mobility, when man can traverse continents in hours and switch careers as easily as he changes his gender, the most radical act has become the simple art of remaining still.

Last weekend, the Angelico Project staged three performances of the play Irena’s Vow at the Aronoff’s Jarson-Kaplan Theater. Each sold out—which almost never happens in that theater, according to staff. That is no small feat. So, amidst our discussions about the play itself, we should consider the greater implications of this achievement.  

Before 7am on Thursday, they began to prepare 13th street. They chalked designs, carted bags of wood chips, and spread colors for 12 hours till the bells chimed for Mass and they rushed to wash their stained blue fingers, tie their hair into braids, and wash their perspired faces. An hour later, a crowd poured…