USC Book Club: The Way of Goodness and Holiness
The Way of Goodness and Holiness: A Spirituality for Pastoral Ministers
By Richard M. Gula, S.S.
By Richard M. Gula, S.S.
In elementary school I always looked forward to women’s history month each March. Unfortunately, by sixth grade the basic lesson—that in the past women were denied things like voting and jobs just because they were women—was growing a little stale. Things weren’t much better at religious education, where the lessons about women all focused on Mary.
Elections have become something of a cross to bear for American Catholics. Not only is it difficult to find a candidate who does not hold a position at variance with Catholic teaching, the debate over how Catholics should respond to this reality has become increasingly bitter.
In the deranged days of 1968, New Orleans musician Mac Rebennack decided to join the fun by dubbing himself Dr. John the Night Tripper, taking to the stage in a Mardi Gras Indian-inspired costume and making music thoroughly marinated in his hometown’s Afro-Caribbean musical traditions and religious lore.
Nanni Moretti’s lighthearted and melancholic comedy introduces us to a gentle and frail cleric who would not be pope—even though the college of cardinals has just elected him to serve as St. Peter’s successor.
By John Pfordresher
In this fascinating account, John Pfordresher, an English professor at Georgetown University, traces the roots of the Catholic imagination from Jesus to the arts of the West through the centuries.
Sister Gertrude Morgan, Lord Put Another Fuse in My Soul, ca. 1970, Painted found tray, 16 x 21.75 inches. Collection of Bob Roth.
When the American folk icon Woody Guthrie died in 1967, he left behind reams of song lyrics but no music for them. During the past two decades his daughter, Nora Guthrie, has invited contemporary artists to put music to those orphaned lyrics and record the results. The release of New Multitudes is part of that effort, which reaches a crescendo this year, the centennial of Guthrie’s birth.
Joan Chittister’s admirers take up her books expecting to draw from a well of wisdom and insight. They approach a writer of her stature with a challenge and a plea: “Tell me something I don’t already know.” Or, at least: “Tell me what I know in a way that unlocks spiritual doors and shines light on new ways of experiencing God.” We are seldom left wanting.
A priest prone, his face to the floor, his arms stretched like broken wings. The chapel silent and expectant. Thorny-voiced Isaiah: "He was despised and forsaken; he was pierced for our transessions; he was crushed for our iniquities." Then the voices from all around the chapel-the young priest near the altar, a girl high in the balcony, a boy in a deep dark corner:
"What is truth?" says Pilate.
"Hail, King of the Jews."