Wriggly children are not the only reason my fellow millennials are missing from the pews.

The bullfight enacts the human drama each of us participates in.

John F. Kennedy’s austere brand of patriotism still shines.

Finn’s songs somehow manage to avoid cheap nihilism in favor of a palpable sense of mercy.

Neither the Republican or Democratic party can be the home of the Catholic voter.

There are not many moments in our worship when our bodies are not being used to say something about what we believe.