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.
Articles
Where Your Treasure Is
Salvation or damnation usually hinges on a succession of choices no more consequential than where or on what to spend small amounts of time and money.
Post Modern, Post Moral?
It’s time to return morality to its proper place within theology.
O Death, Where is Thy Sting?
O Saint Paul, what sting is death supposed to have? If it weren’t getting cold outside, a bee-sting would seem more imminent to me.
“They have healed the wound of my people lightly”: A Response to Bishop Barron
For all Barron’s undoubted goodwill, his appeals cannot help seeming glib, and even slightly evasive.
The Modern Abuse of a Word
There is no word in the modern vocabulary so abused as the word “freedom” (with the notable exception of “literally,” the misuse of which figuratively kills me).
The Antithesis of Fatherhood
The mass shooting has become the signature horror of our time and place. Such events have become monstrously common, and yet we seem to understand them no better today than we did twenty years ago.