Opinion: The suffering of Dennis McGuire during his execution made me think of the potential execution of my godson, David Paul Hammer.
Feb 14-27, 2014
Standing in a row holding white tapers, 12 men and women publicly committed to promote peace in their lives and through their relationships with others.
I have to remind myself that I first met Jesuit Fr. Tom Reese just last year. I mean, I had talked to him countless times over the years -- his name is ubiquitous as a source for journalists trying to understand this crazy organization we call the church -- and I had read his books and articles. But the first time I was in the same room with him to shake his hand and offer him a cup of tea was in late February 2013.
Book review: Maureen Sabine has written a masterful book with something worth saying even about films I don't care for very much.
We say: As a nation, we've reached the point where the barbarity of the death penalty can no longer be denied.
A Louisiana man's execution scheduled for Feb. 5 is on hold until April due to the controversial two-drug cocktail the state planned to kill him with.
Four states have legalized same-sex marriage since the overturn of the Defense of Marriage Act and California's Proposition 8. More are poised to join them.
Soul Seeing: If you look around my office prayer space or on my bedroom dresser, you'll notice one constant: broken conch and whelk shells everywhere.
Throughout history, monks have been linked to ink, penning beautiful calligraphy in books and illuminating manuscripts.
The Benedictine monks at St. Andrew's Abbey in Valyermo, located in California's Mojave Desert 90 minutes north of Los Angeles, have updated the ink connection for today's digital age with their new venture, Monks-Ink, an online ink and toner business.
Mother Olga of the Sacred Heart bursts through the door, arms flung wide in anticipation of an embrace. "How brave of you to come," she says, hugging me as if I were her long-lost sister. Outside the convent window, a January blizzard whirls, and the nun, an Iraqi native, marvels that anyone would drive in such conditions.
Olga Yaqob, 48, is barely 5 feet tall, clad in a Marian blue habit. In her hands are rosary beads, which she fingers constantly. When she reaches up to tenderly clasp my head, I smell perfume.