For a number of years there was a panhandler standing outside St. Michael’s Cathedral in downtown Toronto. His name was Francis. I liked him quite a bit. Which should not be thought of as a given since there are some panhandlers who, over the years, have gotten on my nerves. I know it is not a Christian thing to say but there it is.

Consider this a non-poetic, nonrhyming ode to St. Augustine’s Seminary. I love the Toronto school and I want to explain why. And then I hope you will love it, too.

We just witnessed the wonderful scene of thousands of Canadians marching in Ottawa to show their support for life. It was encouraging but also raises some serious questions.

I am writing about a friend. Her name is Tanya Granic Allen. I do not normally write about friends or family, but what happened to her at the hands of supposed political allies needs repeating because it was so grotesque and cowardly. 

What is peace? What does it mean in the Christian sense? 

On Ash Wednesday I gave up Facebook. I wanted to give up something that had been part of my daily life for years and that I thought I would miss once cut off.

The massacre of 17 innocents at a Parkland, Fla., high school is not fading out of the news as quickly as other similar tragedies that have plagued the United States.

For the most part, social conservatives had lost faith in Patrick Brown before the sudden fall of the Progressive Conservative Party leader.