Approaching 80 years, Sister Mary Justina OSB was old by any standard. But for the those of us in her 5th grade class in 1957, the old, kindly nun was definitely in the ancient category, a living archaeological specimen. She…

Once I was in a beautiful old Roman church for Mass. As we went forward to receive Holy Communion, I heard the sound of dishes being set out in the back of the church, as the smell of coffee wafted…

Some time ago I was I was in Jerusalem on a pilgrimage. To avoid the crush of the thousands of people who come to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher each day, my wife and I went there at 4:00…

If you are ever in Ft. Worth, Texas take time to visit the beautiful old cathedral of St. Patrick, and view the eighth window from the front on the north wall of the church. This beautiful stained glass window was…

It was a hot Thursday morning in north Texas. Sultry and no breeze. Pro-life volunteers were standing or kneeling, and praying along the sidewalk across the street from the abortion mill. Other volunteers were on the sidewalk directly in front…

At 6:20 a.m. on a recent Friday, I went to Mass at the local pro-life center. The Mass was celebrated by our bishop, a man dedicated to pro-life issues who is generous with his time in this apostolate, including saying…

The secular left tells us that we are progressing ever forward. Destination unknown at this time. But no matter. Life is better. Modern man is morally superior to past generations. Gone are those churchy, superstitious days of old. For the…

Recently I read an article written by a man who is apparently a convert to Catholicism. The article was a complaint about traditionalist Catholics, whom he finds inflexible and humorless in their loyalty to the extraordinary form of the Mass.…