US Catholic Faith in Real Life

Blessed Charles de Foucauld found strength in solitude

Solitude is more than rest and escape; it is a powerful spiritual fuel for our love of neighbor and of God.

By Heidi Haverkamp |
Article Your Faith

Christian hermits, or solitaries as they are sometimes called, have fascinated me for years.

Find a model of faithfulness in J.R.R. Tolkien’s simple spirit

Tolkien believed that everything—trees, grass, hobbit, elf—is bound up in the presence of Christ on earth.

By David Russell Mosley |
Article Your Faith

A quiet life of faithfulness—in many ways—is the kind of life I hope to lead. I don’t desire to make a show of my faith; Jesus himself tells us not to.

I have always believed that a quiet life of faith is the best form of evangelism. When we truly live out our lives as Catholics doing what Catholics should do, that will speak more words than any of us could ever write on the subject. 

J.R.R. Tolkien, a man so intimately related to words and language and even fame and notoriety, lived such a quiet life of faithfulness.

Faith had a starring role in actor John Mahoney’s life

Even when he played the bad guy, John Mahoney imbued his characters with his personal faith.

By Jennon Bell Hoffmann |
Article Culture

In Say Anything, Cameron Crowe’s seminal movie about love and trust in relationships, lovesick good guy Lloyd Dobler hoists his iconic boom box above his head to openly declare his love for Diane Court with a serenade of the dreamy “In Your Eyes.” At the slumber party I’m attending as a 12 year old, we all swoon. And when the strict and manipulative father to Diane impedes the star-crossed lovers, we collectively boo.  “Has he no heart? Let them love each other!” my tweenage friends and I hiss. 

Moral courage made James Foley a man for others

Physical courage is nothing compared to moral courage.

By Wyatt Massey |
Article Justice

No story is faceless. Every action we take—every change in foreign policy or bomb dropped—affects real people.

James Foley understood that. He died trying to get us to understand it, too.

“I believe that frontline journalism is important. Without these photos and videos and firsthand experience, we can’t really tell the world how bad it might be,” he said in a 2011 interview.

‘We must never just get along’

Pier Giorgio Frassati shone as Christ’s light in the world, fighting for the most vulnerable.

By Molly Jo Rose |
Article Your Faith

As a modern Catholic, one of my daily struggles is figuring out how to live in the world in a meaningful and impactful way. Every time I approach the altar I offer up the same prayer: “Jesus, help me be your light to the world.” I want to be His witness in every practical way I can. As a mother and wife, I know how to do that. I love. I discipline. I share a life with my husband that strives for heaven as its goal. But as a citizen, being a witness is more complicated. How do I interact with modern politics in a way that satisfies my communion prayer to be Christ’s light to the world? 

Remembering Roger Ebert, America’s most beloved critic

Writing about movies, Roger Ebert had a lot to say about life.

By Pamela Hill Nettleton |
Article Culture

He was perhaps America’s most beloved film critic, but that is not what Roger Ebert thought he wanted to be.

The way Ebert tells it, he imagined a career as a columnist, something along the lines of being a Mike Royko, the Pulitzer Prize-winning Chicago Tribune columnist who covered the city’s political scene. Instead, Ebert’s boss at the Chicago Sun-Times, Bob Zonka, announced in 1967 that Ebert would replace the paper’s retiring film critic, Eleanor Keen. Ebert’s life course was set. 

The Jesuit who taught me to live for others

Jesuit Father Dean Brackley taught that theology without encounter falls flat.

By Jessie Bazan |
Article Justice Your Faith

The people of Capim Grosso, Brazil taught me to dance. Jesuit Father Dean Brackley helped me make sense of the experience. At the time I was a 21-year-old pilgrim from the Midwest plopped in the rural plains of Brazil without my phone or credit card or anything I usually carried to make me comfortable. None of it would have done me any good in Capim Grosso, anyway. The people lived modestly. I saw what I thought was poverty: small houses with chipping paint, meals of rice and beans, very little technology. Then the village invited me to dance.

Great teacher: Albert the Great

Eight centuries ago Albert the Great showed how theology and science can walk hand in hand.

By Edwin P. Christmann |
Article Your Faith

I teach graduate students how to teach math and science. On the first day of each semester, I ask, “Who can tell me something about Albertus Magnus, Albert the Great?” Students usually avoid making eye contact.

Though they expect an explanation, instead of answering the original question, I go on to ask them, “Who can tell me something about Galileo Galilei?” Inevitably, the reply relates to Galileo’s controversy with the church. The students seem surprised when I tell them that Galileo’s notebooks mention Albert the Great 23 times.

Forgiving those who stretch mercy’s limits

Sister Karen Klimczak practiced radical inclusion, welcoming even society’s outcasts.

By Sister Rhonda Miska |
Article Your Faith

When I think of martyrs, I usually think of people with foreign-sounding names like Perpetua or Attalus, both of whom were thrown to the lions in the Roman Colosseum for refusing to recant their faith in Christ. Sister of St. Joseph Karen Klimczak—a clown, storyteller, teacher, and peacemaker—is far from that image of martyr. Photographs that capture her warm smile or her loopy cursive handwritten prayer journal entries make her seem like any number of religious sisters I know who have dedicated themselves to service with and for those on the margins.

Still, the world is good

Father Frans van der Lugt reminds us that the kingdom of God can be built on earth.

By Jordan Denari Duffner |
Article Your Faith

Twice a week I hopped out of a taxicab between the Coptic Christian church and the blue-domed mosque in a neighborhood called al-Abdali. From there, I walked down the steep hill to Zawiya Street and through a courtyard where pink majnooneh flowers cascade over a tan retaining wall. I lived in Amman, Jordan at the time, conducting research on Muslim-Christian relations, and this was the route to the home of my Arabic language tutor, Akram.