Everybody's talkin' at me

By Kathleen T. Choi

I hear voices. No, I'm not crazy — or no crazier than you are. We're all continually bombarded with messages from the world around us.

Looking back and forward

By Christine Dubois

I scanned the floor of Carver Gym below me. Row after row of black caps and gowns. There’s a blue collar. No, the hair’s too long. How about that one? Around me, parents called their students’ names. The graduates smiled and cheered and — on the biggest day of their lives — scanned the crowd for their parents.

An addiction to comfort

By Fr. Ron Rolheiser

Fifty years ago, Kay Cronin wrote a book entitled Cross in the Wilderness, chronicling how, in 1847, a small band of Oblate missionaries came from France to the American Pacific Northwest and, after some bitter setbacks in Washington state and Oregon, moved up the coast into Canada and helped found the Roman Catholic Church in Vancouver and in significant parts of British Columbia's mainland.

Inevitability of same-sex marriage exaggerated

By Russell Shaw

Claims that something is inevitable are generally of two kinds. Sometimes the claim is simply a statement of fact ("Inevitably, the sun will rise tomorrow"). Other times it expresses a wish or perhaps a fear ("So-and-so is sure to be next president of the United States").

Struggling for our father’s blessing

By Fr. Ron Rolheiser

When I was in elementary school, we were made to memorize a number of poems by William Blake. We didn't understand them, but they had a wonderful jingle to them, were easy to commit to memory, and remain branded inside me to this day.

One of those was a piece entitled “Infant Sorrow.”

Superman, General Zod and God

By Father Robert Barron

I didn’t really care for the latest cinematic iteration of the Superman myth. Like way too many movies today, it was made for the generation that came of age with video games and MTV and their constant, irritatingly frenetic action.