Mother Cabrini’s Empire of Hope: The Movie
We hardly know how to measure strong women anymore; modern feminism has so bent the ruler. Feminism, once a virtuous philosophy worthy of St. Edith Stein and St. John Paul II, has become a cesspool that Catholics, women and men, instinctively avoid. So, is the tale of...
Bishop Strickland Changes the Game
At the kitchen table Friday night, dinner dishes still in the sink, the house in darkness because the sun set while I wasn’t paying attention, I watched history unfold on the screen of my computer. Bishop Joseph Strickland addressed the crowd at the CPAC Ronald Reagan...
Be a Pell
The signature of our time is the betrayal of the small by the powerful. Bureau thugs with mammoth government backing surveil Catholic families; protestors fester in prison for years without a trial; bishops are stripped from their flock without canonical...
Choosing Between New and Old
If I could only pick one or the other, I’d have to say I’m a Novus Ordo Catholic. It’s the Mass I’ve attended for most of my 65 years. My early childhood preceded the Novus Ordo, so I had nine years in the Latin Mass, but it was mostly prior to the age of reason. My...
Shifted on the Shift
When I came out of the theatre after watching The Shift, I was only thinking one word: refund. Not so much the ticket price, but the two hours. By the next morning, I’d completely changed my mind. Talk about a shift. This is a movie that sticks with you. I must say,...
Twilight in Tyler
When the Cathedral bells swung five minutes before Mass last weekend, they seemed to know. The Ave sung with the Rosary was so mournful, you’d think someone had died. A light went out in Tyler on Saturday. The seat of the bishop is empty; the coat of arms will be...
Pilgrimage on the Katy
Finding a treasure in emptiness – A pilgrimage is a journey of spiritual significance, often to a shrine or religious place. But the destination is not what makes it a pilgrimage. I could schedule a trip to Lourdes to enjoy some French cuisine and pick up a load...
Sentimentalists Go to Rome
OPINION – When I was growing up, there was a woman in our parish who became a staple in our family folklore: Joan Langley (name changed). She became an icon of all things showy and sentimental. We would say, “Don’t be such a Joan Langley,” or call something...
