I’ve profited greatly from a book called The Joy of Being Wrong by the theologian James Alison. After ten years of spiritual direction, I’ve never heard such a succinct and…

Here in Chicago, I regularly visit the Catholic Worker House on the city’s north Side. Recently, I’ve had the privilege to befriend James, a gentleman in his mid-fifties who moved…

Have you ever endured an unstintingly dreary day? One of those days when the sun never really comes out?