Vanessa Santilli-Raimondo: Food and family creates a perfect recipe
Pesto tastes like summertime to me.
Fr. Raymond J. De Souza: Where are the missionaries who will evangelize today?
Thanks to the excellent coverage by Salt + Light Television, I was able to follow the “Catholica 200” celebrations in St. Boniface, Man., marking the bicentennial of the arrival of the first French missionaries in the Canadian West.
God's word on Sunday: Adversity is a test of faith
18th Sunday in Ordinary Time, Aug. 5 (Year B) Exodus 16:2-4, 12-16, 31a; Psalm 78; Ephesians 4:17, 20-24; John 6:24-35
God's word on Sunday: Miracles happen with total trust in God
17th Sunday in Ordinary Time, July 29 (Year B) 2 Kings 4:42-44; Psalm 145; Ephesians 4:1-6; John 6:1-15
Cathy Majtenyi: Ontario strikes big blow against a healthy world
It’s the timing that makes Ontario Premier Doug Ford’s cap-and-trade announcement particularly ironic.
Peter Stockland: New Catholic hymnal nothing to sing about
Proof that the Church has no shyness about irony is affirmed by news that Canada’s new Catholic hymnal will be unleashed during Lent two years hence.
Bob Brehl: Gun violence and the dog days of summer
This column started about all the gun violence in Toronto this summer, but then it changed. For some reason, thoughts moved from hatred and death that guns bring to unconditional love and affection that family pets offer.
- By Robert Brehl
Charles Lewis: Don’t expect Roe v. Wade debate to end
You could almost hear the champagne corks popping below the border when U.S. Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy announced his resignation.
Francis Campbell: Priests on a mission to make missionaries
The Lord God called to the man and said, “Where are you?”
God's word on Sunday: We know the better way
14th Sunday in Ordinary Time, July 8 (Year B) Ezekiel 2:3-5; Psalm 123; 2 Corinthians 12:7-10; Mark 6:1-6
Barefoot and Preaching: Learning to take in the words that I need
I love words. They flow constantly from my head to my heart, spill out of my mouth with laughter, make sense of my world. And sometimes, words fail. They take the air from my lungs or hit me in the face. Sometimes, there isn’t sense to be made.