Seeing the pope every five years is not enough.

After this letter, all of us must contend with the implications of the fact that he knew about the death camps—and he did nothing.

To this day, my best friends are people I grew up with on Staten Island. But I am ashamed of how some members of my community have reacted to the recent arrival of migrants.

Pope Francis will soon have appointed 72% of the cardinal electors—but the next pope could still surprise us.

Six years ago, for the first time, I sat face-to-face with the descendants of the 272 people my own religious order, the Jesuits, enslaved and sold 185 years ago.

When we see a spectacular athlete praying in public, we can see her as a sort of athletic Christian soldier, a “counternarrative” to a godless culture or shallow world—and miss the simple, moving experience of the athlete, who is Christian, who is praying.