‘Even before dawn, there is a Mass being celebrated, and pilgrims are already here, kneeling before the space, running their hands over the rock, praying the Rosary and hoping for healing, as they have been doing since 1858.’

Something you don’t hear every day from a Jesuit: I’m here to pick up a cassock for my trip to Lourdes.

Catholic students are quick to talk about their experience of church—but what about their experience of Christ?

When I think about the Holy Family I remember other holy families as well, the ones who brought me up in the faith, who showed me how to love and who taught me how to celebrate Christmas.

When I returned last fall to New York City after 30 years away, what demanded the most adjustment for me was the absence of light. "Welcome to New York," I was told. The deprivation of daylight is one of the things New York apartment-dwellers have to endure.

Young adult Catholics are legion. Statistical surveys indicate as much. Yet when I step over the threshold of my parish church, I see very few of my peers.