A Reflection on New Atheism

The Fall of a Man

When I was a boy, I always had a mathematical mind. From as early as I can remember I found the great mysteries of the universe utterly fascinating, learning the names of the planets of the solar system at two years old, and taking an interest in chemistry before I even took pre-algebra. Over the years, I built my identity around these hobbies, often gaining a reputation as the go-to kid for homework help (or a quick sideways glance during a quiz). This reputation quickly blew up my ego. The more I was asked for help in math or science classes, the more my identity as the self-proclaimed “smart kid” festered. I cruised through honors classes and drew the ire of many a teacher who knew I had great potential but squandered it by blowing off homework to play video games.…

Rejoice Always: Toxic Positivity, Depression and Freedom in Christ

“Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realize that the object of life is not prosperity as we are made to believe, but the maturity of the human soul.”

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

I recently re-watched Pollyanna (Disney, 1960) for the first time in many years. I know that this sunny young girl and her “glad game” – where you think of things to be glad about in every situation – had a profound impact on my life and attitude growing up.

The story, as presented, is charming: a cheerful young orphan comes to a town of selfish, prickly, and bitter people and transforms everyone by her witness of joy.…

Yukio Mishima and the Suicide of Artists

If there really is just one philosophical problem of consequence, suicide is an admission that one has failed to solve it. For an artist or philosopher, this failure has special significance. To commit suicide is to repudiate the whole world, of which one’s work is surely a part. It is quite a different matter from St. Thomas Aquinas’s “so much straw,” or the seaside pebbles of Isaac Newton. I am concerned not with a genius’s frustration at being unable fully to express the truths he understood, but with a flight from the world out of despair. Ambiguous cases of a prolonged life in misery, or slow self destruction, do not necessarily count. The suicide of an artist must be a willful action with death as its only foreseeable outcome (and, of course, an artist’s not committing suicide is no guarantee that his work has any special value).…

Back Porch Industry

I have spent plenty of moonlit nights on back porches with disciples of The Benedict Option and The Restoration of Christian Culture sketching an ideal faith community. Many of the discussions focus on domestic affairs: living close to one another, living close to a church, watching and teaching each other’s children the faith. One unanswered question in our conversations is how to approach work when our conscience (or a hostile culture) no longer allows us to work quietly in established institutions. We could start by growing a vegetable garden, raising chickens, and maybe starting a neighborhood tavern or coffee shop. This is not enough. Even the plainest home contains many things: clothes, utensils, books, tools, furniture, musical instruments, medicines, communications devices. Developing…

The New Anti-Christ

Depictions of anti-Christ abound in Christian fiction. The most famous in recent times is the “Left Behind” series, where a sinister dictator ushers in a world government through the United Nations. There is also Robert Hugh Benson’s Lord of the World, a particular favorite of Pope Francis. But their progenitor is to be found in “A Short Story of Anti-Christ” by the Russian mystic Vladimir Soloviev: a short, simple work whose echoes resound through Christian writing of the twentieth century.

Vladimir Soloviev (1853–1900)

Soloviev gave us the figure of a superman, gifted and talented far beyond all other men, able to unite them by spellbinding oratory and a compelling new vision of the good. His only flaw, if indeed it is a flaw in so remarkable an individual, is a lack of humility, an unwillingness to bow before Jesus Christ.…

My Father, John Appleby

He wasn’t a Billionaire CEO, Neuroscientist, or Diplomat – he was none of these things. He was nothing extraordinary by the world’s standards. But he was my father.

Bob and John Appleby

John Appleby grew up in the North Winton Village neighborhood of Rochester, NY, one of many kids in a typical (large) Catholic family of the time. And you could probably say he got into more trouble as a child than most – making waaay too much smoke in the thurible as an altar boy, playing inappropriate music over the PA system at Church, breaking windows with baseballs, pranking everyone he could – you get the idea.

But when his father died young, my father became the man of the house, and stepped up to lead the family.…

Where Your Treasure Is

When Lot moved with his family to live among the Canaanites at Sodom, he wanted not for reasons. The lands surrounding the city provided superior pasture. His own herds were too large to graze with those of his uncle Abram in any case. The city had strong walls, the occasional military defeat notwithstanding. What if the citizens had strange ways? Abram had been growing increasingly fanatical for some time, and a great city could not help but play host to exotic practices. In the final reckoning, he and his family had prospects, but only in the city. He wished Abram well in the wilderness.

Over the following years, Lot’s calculations were borne out. His herds burgeoned and increased, and before long he was numbered among the most prominent elders of the city.…

Post Modern, Post Moral?

“… In fact what is crucial is that in which the contending parties agree, namely that there are only two alternative modes of social life open to us, one in which the free and arbitrary choices of individuals are sovereign and one in which the bureaucracy is sovereign, precisely that it may limit the free and arbitrary choices of individuals. Given this deep cultural agreement, it is unsurprising that the politics of modern societies oscillate between a freedom which is nothing but a lack of regulation of individual behaviour and forms of collectivist control designed only to limit the anarchy of self-interest. The consequence of a victory by one side or the other are often of the highest immediate importance; but, as Solzhenitsyn has understood so well, both ways of life are intolerable in the long run.”

O Death, Where is Thy Sting?

All Hallows Eve is upon us, and recently I’ve found myself thinking about death. For Catholics, this is a time to reverently remember the faithful departed and the hope we share in our resurrection with Christ on the last day. For most Americans, this “holiday” is an excuse to dress up, often in grotesque and obscene costumes, gorge on candy, and party. In the popular imagination, it has become a time of fantasy and frivolity. It would be easy to point the finger and blame “the culture” – we Catholics are very good at that – but I don’t think we can confess complete innocence in this regard. Even though we may intentionally seek to be more reverent, I believe we share a similar mindset.…

An Editor’s Response to Gaston Nerval’s Review of Bishop Baron

Let me begin by offering my opinion that Bishop Barron’s book, Letter to a Suffering Church, has offered a service to the Church inasmuch as it attempts to assuage the concerns of a large number of people – who take the time to read and consider Bishop Barron’s remarks. In an effort to heal, he has brought forth a number of points offering some perspective on the present ecclesiastical catastrophe. Yes, such scandals have occurred before because of the frailty of men who turn from the truth to embrace evil. This is part of the fallen condition of man, but that can never excuse the sins. It is corruption, pure and simple, and it must be dealt with decisively. St. Paul admonishes believers, in no uncertain terms, to act decisively to “put to death, then, the parts of you that are earthly: immorality, impurity, passion, evil desire, and the greed that is idolatry” (Col 3:5 NABRE).…