Bilgrimage

My last posting  was an attempt to tell truth that is, in my view, often obscured and even barred as Catholics discuss the "proble...

A recent conference at Boston College asks LGBTQ Catholics , Why stay? Why do you stay in the Catholic church?

As the work week ends, a note of profound thanks to those of you who sent many very welcome emails to me in response to my posting Tu...

I'm not entirely sure why I don't blog more often about novels I happen to be reading.  I do  read far more than the dry and ...

Here are two postings I find it interesting to read as counterpoints to each other:

When I was working on the stone tablets, I became aware of the fateful links between me and my ancestors. I feel very strongly that I am un...

The following journal entry is from October 1990: I've just read an illuminating, extraordinary passage in Richard Rorty, C ontingency, ...

We know that this is why the three of us left our lives behind and came to the desert—to tell stories and to make our own lives worthwhile t...

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy;...

Dear Readers, I've fallen a bit behind with postings today, but want to take a moment to thank all of you who posted birthday greetings ...

One of John McNeill’s most significant contributions to Christian theology is his carefully worked-out insistence that gay and lesbian human...

I’ve noted several times recently that I have just finished reading John McNeill’s latest book, Sex As God Intended (Maple Shade, NJ: Lethe...

We write from a place. I believe that. I have sketched the place from which I write on this blog in various ways: I’m a theologian; I’...

I’ve begun my Holy Saturday listening to Paul Robeson sing “Were You There.” And thinking about rivers, about Jesus’s baptism in the Jorda...