When I first had sex, it wasn't just teenage hormones. I wanted to know and be known.
How does the blazing sun produce so much refreshing fruit?
In Athens, the apostle bears witness—and doesn't try to be cool.
What to do with that stack of old Bibles (or that stack of old issues of the Century)?
Memoir can be self-indulgent. It can also be serious moral reflection.
What's the difference between indulgence and respite? I'd like to ask St. Teresa.
Hong Kong's democracy movement is not Christian, but many key activists are.
It’s too bad that Bad Moms sets up its conflict as one between women.
Maybe the parable of the persistent widow isn't about God. Maybe it's about us.
When I read this week's Gospel, I remember two lepers I saw at a train station in India—how alone they were.
Reading Steve and Sharol Hayner's cancer story, I found myself taking on the role of Job's adversary.
Martha Nussbaum says we don't. She's wrong.
Four teenage girls dance their way into friendship and maturity.
When Dylann Roof murdered the Charleston nine at a Bible study in June 2015, his intent was “to start a race war.” He didn’t succeed.
How can we live well after 40? asks Barbara Bradley Hagerty. She could have consulted the wisdom traditions.
What's more important: calculating the logic of the Trinity, or doing theology across cultures?
More jobs would help, says J. D. Vance. So would a stronger work ethic.
After the global meeting in Crete, conciliarity and orthodoxy hang in delicate balance.