To Be Holy, Not Just Comfortable

It’s not the church’s job to make us comfortable… Its job is to help to make us holy. + It’s true that the church should be like the father in Christ’s parable, running to greet the son who’d squandered his inheritance on booze and prostitutes, eager to embrace and forgive him. But note how the […]

The Principle of Catholic Belief

Anyway, one day I must have come home bruised, for my mother told me that the next time one of the boys teased me, I should punch him as hard as I could. To my nine-year-old self, this was confusing. I knew that Jesus had told us to turn the other cheek, and I didn’t […]

Saint Augustine and C.S. Lewis and the Most Important Question

Augustine imagines God saying to him, “Take heart; you would not be seeking Me if I had not already found You.” —from the book I Burned for Your Peace: Augustine’s Confessions Unpacked by Peter Kreeft, The “Inside Adress”: “Dear God,” (commentary on Augustine’s Confessions, (Book 1/Chapter 1/Paragraph 2) + C.S. Lewis says he read somewhere […]

It Was God

Paul knelt down, hid his face in his hands and made a desperate effort to collect his thoughts. I am tired, tired, tired, God, of all the devious paths I have sought out for myself. And now I am here to ask Thee to open to me—to open Thyself to me.—But at the same time […]

The Only Answers Are at the Foot of the Cross

I believe without doubt that this nation, as well as the rest of the world, is under satanic assault. Time was, Old Scratch hid himself behind the lie that he didn’t exist, that the devil and all his works were dark fairy tells used to scare adult children. The devil hid and worked entirely through […]

Paul Selmer’s Prayer

Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed is thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus—Paul continued to repeat the Angel’s Greeting under his breath.—By thy holy childhood, deliver us, Lord.—Help me to overcome my fear of Thee—for it is fear of Thee which has held me […]

Open the Door

He remembered the last Saturday he was in Christiania, when he rushed up Akers-gate to go to Saint Olav’s church. Had he not felt like the prodigal son returning home—a self-important little prodigal son trotting homeward nose in air, sure of being received with roast veal and new shoes and finger-rings? And no doubt he […]