A French Catholic writer of a century ago, Léon Bloy, frequently wrote this sentence. It is one of the most profound sentences I have ever read: “There is only one tragedy, in the end: not to have been a saint.”
...Seeing family size as proportional to sanctity is gravely unjust to those with medical or other hardships that place large families – or having children at all – out of reach.
The rejection of reason and nature has taken root … through the replacement of critical thinking with critical theory. The latter has been the engine of academic thought for decades, and its methods pervade every discipline and subject.
I once read a story about an atheist who came to faith through the witness of Christians who were living radically altered lives. This man went to work amongst the poorest of the poor in violent, crime-ridden areas.
In 1917, during one of Our Lady’s apparitions at Fatima, the three shepherd children were given a vision of hell. Our Lady warned that if people didn’t stop offending God, then another war would come.
I've never figured out why Americans can be so enthusiastic about equality. It’s necessary in many areas, of course – in math equations, in human rights, and in voting – but it’s dull. If values had color, courage would be red, joy yellow, hope green, peace blue, comfort tan, creativity purple, and equality gray.
[We must abide by] our faithfulness to daily duty, whether as a doctor, a farmer, a lawyer, a homeschooling mother of eight, a divorced dad of three striving to live a chaste life, a religious-order priest, a diocesan priest, a cloistered nun within a monastery enclosure, an active religious sister teaching in the classroom, a retired grandparent, a working grandparent, a recently widowed grandparent, a middle school or high school student, a college student, or whatever else we might be called to as part of our vocation and state in life.
The strong will, as we are using the term here, is not to be confused with the will that seeks greatness. The will that seeks greatness courageously discerns and chooses the good and directs the appetite toward it. The strong will, on the other hand, is dominated by taking action and often asserts independently of the intellect or the consideration of anyone else.
My parents had their share of struggles in their marriage and in raising a family of six children. One son died in infancy, and then they lost another when he was just eighteen. I suppose one of the strongest lessons I learned from both my parents was that whatever we were facing, we could always turn to our Catholic faith for strength and support.
Most damage is done at the local level of politics. I confess to this being a case of the pot calling the kettle black, having been a federal politics junkie for my entire adult life and most of my childhood, as well.
A holy life is the fruit of a vibrant spiritual life, to which every Catholic is called. The observant Catholic leader, however, might be confused regarding steps to take for growing deeper in his relationship with the Lord, and how to Become an effective spiritual model in the workplace. Legatus Magazine spoke to four guides who devote their lives to helping others grow spiritually, on what these steps should be.
What do classicism, racism, xenophobia, sexism, and transgenderism have in common? These are the themes dominating the “Social Justice Book List,” the books recommended by the National Network of State Teachers of the Year for children in [public] preschool through sixth grade.
What does it mean when a CEO says, “we support Black Lives Matter?” On the surface, it appears the company affirms the dignity and equality of Black people. If it were that simple, all Catholics would be obligated to support such a movement. However, the motives and beliefs of BLM are not that simple. In fact, BLM is an overtly anti-American, pro Marxist, anti-family, pro-LGBTQ anarchist movement, aimed at deconstructing the United States. Therefore, when a company expresses formal support of the Black Lives Matter movement, they are, at a minimum, passively endorsing all those motives.
It is July 25, 1934. The scene is the chancellery of Austria. A man whom historians have not done justice lay on the floor, bleeding to death, while his Nazi executioners looked on in cold delight. He asked for a doctor. They refused.