Asceticism is for Everyone
Those who are inclined to agree with Patrick Deneen (and others) that liberalism has indeed failed may ask what way of life would be...
Rise Up, O Saints, and Plant Gardens
Jake Meador’s In Search of the Common Good: Christian Fidelity in a Fractured World is a remarkably successful attempt to bring together the core teachings of Christianity and the community-centered practices of an economic life less dependent on global capitalism.
In Praise of Religion’s Dark Side
The dark side of religion cannot be completely vanquished because human reason pales in the comparison to the highest reality, which is known through the light and the darkness of the religious experience.
Building Folklore Wealth
Our lives depend upon the restoration of intergenerational stability within our local communities as a norm that is loved and nurtured. Moreover, our recent obsession with measures such as GDP not only undermines our own wellbeing but threatens our relationship with our entire cosmos.
Before Ahmari and French, Wills and Bozell
This is awfully late but perhaps also timely (since the spat between Sohrab Ahmari and David French seems to have a long shelf life)....
“Ora et Anti-Labora”? Kathryn Tanner on Finance Capitalism
The mighty cosmos of the modern economic order determines, with overwhelming coercion, the style of life not only of those directly involved in business but of...
Notre Dame and the Need for the Past
We know now that much of the Notre Dame Cathedral survived and that it will be rebuilt. But while the fire at the Notre...
Salvaging: Boat Trailers, T.S. Eliot, and Resurrection
I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god— . . . Unhonoured, unpropitiated By...
Conservatism and the Ecological Crisis
Conservation is at the heart of conservatism. And the root of our contemporary ecological crisis is a careless, profligate mode of relating to the...
Some Reservations: Thinking about Native American Spirituality
I remember being held. I remember, though it was the desert, being cold. I remember the feathers of a headdress, coming up like the...