
Charles Lewis
Charles Lewis is a freelance writer and former religion editor at the National Post.
Charles Lewis: Time for Catholics to stop the passivity
During the federal election I wrote about the unfair treatment Andrew Scheer received in the media.
Charles Lewis: Our leaders could use a lesson in humility
What does it mean when the only thing that matters is power? What does it mean that even in defeat it is impossible to summon up even a note of humility?
Charles Lewis: When does a baby become an ‘it’?
I have been following an online course on St. Thomas Aquinas provided by the Order of Preachers, also known as the Dominicans.
Charles Lewis: B.C. man’s death casts a long shadow
The death of Alan Nichols took several months to make it into the mainstream news. And as of this writing, it is still a blank spot. His case should have been big news because of what it indicates for the future of this country and the safety of our most vulnerable.
Charles Lewis: Faith has its place in federal election
In this federal election, part of me feels like a bystander. If you are like me, an orthodox Christian, someone whose faith is not confined to Sundays, you may feel the same.
A silence that is truly golden
I rarely shut up. I also have a loud voice, though most of the time I am not aware how loud I am.
Charles Lewis: Atheism leaves only an empty feeling
It all started innocently enough when I used the expression “children of God” in a recent column. Apparently in this secularized age it is an expression that some find insulting.
Charles Lewis: Faith shouldn’t have to bend to survive
In the spring I took a course to become a hospice volunteer. After spending 12 years railing against euthanasia, both in newspaper articles and through talks, I thought it was time to put my beliefs into concrete action.
Charles Lewis: Orwell’s world too close for comfort
I read George Orwell’s 1984 when I was in high school. We were still in the midst of the Cold War and were taught it was a book about the evils of communism.
There is a similar scene in many movies. It is a cliché but one most of us enjoy: the skinny kid, representing good, enters the ring with the brutish bully, representing evil. Think The Karate Kid and the like.