Catholic Journal

God is Making Us an Offer We Cannot Refuse

Walking through the woods in late April, with my eyes strained to spot spring mushrooms, I was...

In the Company of à Kempis

My mother, both of her sisters, and their mother all had breast cancer. My Aunt Emma Jean is the...

All Essays

Where is Joy?

Once there was a little boy in church attending Mass with his mother. He was in a happy mood, and he was looking at all the people in the pews around him and smiling at them. He wasn’t doing anything wrong or creating a...

The Day of Christ

“So that you may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ.” This is, in a nutshell, not only the reason for having the Advent Season every year but also the purpose of our life on earth. The day of Christ is...

Seeking the Gift that Matters

A poem was once written about a tragic situation in which five people unnecessarily froze to death around a campfire one winter. It was a bitterly cold night, and there was no shelter available. The fire was dying out...

Echoes from the Garden

The comedian Red Skelton created a character called “The Mean Kid,” who would say “If I dood it I get a whippin’,” (If I do it, I’ll get a whipping). Then he would  think for a moment and declare, “I dood it” (I’ll do...

Our Place in His Kingdom

There is something very peculiar, unique actually, about the Gospel passage (John 18:33-37) given us on this final Sunday of the liturgical year: the dialogue between Pilate and Jesus. On this Sunday, as we do every...