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April 5, 2013

This past Lent, my family and I were good (at least better than usual) at remembering to abstain from meat on Fridays.

Now that Lent is over, we’ve decided to make it a thing we do every Friday; a way to remember the Lord’s passion, and fast as a family.

My wife and I have three young kids. We have, in the words of Janet Smith, reached a point of chaos from which we will never return; and though I’d love to be the uber-pious Catholic family that gets together each morning to...

April 4, 2013

Last week Tiger Woods won the Arnold Palmer Invitational and regained his title as the No. 1 golfer in the world, a title he had lost in 2010 after the consequences of his adulterous lifestyle caught up with him and affected his "game.” His faithful endorser Nike was quick to celebrate Woods’s return to the top with an ad stating, “Winning Takes Care of Everything” (pictured). Many PGA fans understood this message to mean that winning is all that really matters. Forget Tiger’s problems off...

April 2, 2013

As the Supreme Court of the United States deliberates the fate of the federal Defense of Marriage Act and the state of California's Proposition 8, pundits are asking how we got to this point. What was the precedent that has culminated in the possibility that the U.S. will legalize same-sex marriage, as has been done in nearly a dozen countries worldwide?

In recent days, my Facebook news feed has been filled with friends citing...

April 2, 2013

I was alerted to a direct and sustained attack on my Canadian-ness by our new director of development, Christopher Check (better known as Herr Direktor) in his otherwise fine and insightful blog post of March 14. The issue at hand was the proper pronunciation of Bergoglio, the family surname of Pope Francis.

Before I take a mukluk-clad step further, I must admit that my rhetorical well has been poisoned. Signor (Italian spelling) Check asserted that I acquire a bad mood when...

April 2, 2013

The first time I tried to see the Shroud of Turin was in 1992, but I forgot my x-ray specs, so I caught only a glimpse of a stone box tucked in a badly lit chapel of that city's Cathedral of St. John the Baptist. I fared better in 1998, when the Shroud was exhibited for the first time in two decades. As I stood in front of the yellowed cloth, stretched and lit in its bulletproof case above the altar, I had a strong and perhaps absurd urge, which at first I resisted. Then I gave in.

I...