Hymn: Cathedral of Light
Upon this rock Our cross and spire, built in a land of quake and fire. Fragile as glass, bright as the air, the angled walls
Upon this rock Our cross and spire, built in a land of quake and fire. Fragile as glass, bright as the air, the angled walls
ITwelve years before his death, Père Jean BrébeufWrote out instructions to his fellow priestsAnd missionaries for their life
St. Junipero Serra, a holy man dedicated to the earthly and heavenly well being of Native Americans has been denounced as a racist, a genocidal
American composer Daniel Knaggs premiered his Two Streams, a cantata based on Jesus Christ’s message of Divine Mercy for mankind, last fall in Houston, Texas.
(after hearing Morten Lauridsen’s Magnum Mysterium at a friend’s Wedding) The hush falls like soft-feathered snow, as light takes its leave. Clamoring thoughts, like tired children
Lord, you have searched me and have known my madness, a wilderness of visions and song. I welter in birthright riddles, my mother deranged,
Editor’s Note: This is one of a series that might be called “Forgotten Catholics”: Great artists, novelists, and poets who are not known as
wind myself up the way my buddy, Dave, taught me when I was fifteen, kick my leg toward high heaven land on it, pivot,
“Mary is a mother figure and the mother of God’s Son. She is ‘the highest honor of our race,’ as the Book of Judith
The Oscars just tanked. Beautiful small but barely-watched movies, combined with boring woke politics, produced an epic collapse in ratings. But the significance of