Bulletins from the Human Side: Pope Francis has not been trying to make "fallen away" Catholics feel guilty for missing Mass but simply to make them feel welcome.
Bulletins from the Human Side
Bulletins from the Human Side: Let me get this straight: Conservatives are irritated by a shepherd whose voice is heard and heeded by Catholics who slipped out of the sheepfold?
Bulletins from the Human Side: Francis is following a clear if unreported strategy of avoiding direct and noisy fights with a Curia anxious to get him under its control.
This week, with death in the morning at the Washington Navy Yard, the touching revelation is found in the everyday, everyman characteristics of the victims.
Bulletins from the Human Side: Pope Francis told apostolic nuncios he wants pastoral men to be bishops, a potent, game-changing statement.
Bulletins of the Human Side: Pope Francis arrived just in time to arrest nostalgic flights back to the storied glory of a Catholicism that never existed.
Bulletins from the Human Side: Popes John XXIII and Francis, though separated by 50 years, possess the same master pastoral gene.
The elements thought by the early philosophers to have exploded out of the very eye of the hurricane of creation that scattered the galaxies across the cosmos -- earth, air, water and fire -- turned, as uncontrollable storms do, to wail and burn and wash over us all, leaving us, as religious mystery does, blinded by its light and unable to hurl even a word into the maw of its enveloping force.
Why is it that, although Pope Francis only entered our lives a season ago and Pope Benedict XVI spent eight long -- and I mean long -- years as our Holy Father, does Francis seem like someone we have known a long time while we may say of Benedict what the Irish say of Johnny, that we hardly knew ye?
Andrew Greeley, who was so deeply involved in the things of time, broke free of his shackles last week to enter fully the eternity whose boundaries he broke as easily as a champion miler does the tape on almost every day of his long and remarkable life.
I knew Andrew for half a century and, thinking of his quick smile and his twinkling eyes, I recall his telling me once that he expected heaven to be a homecoming, the scene of a family reunion whose joy is not threatened by the certainty that its magic and mystery will end with sundown.