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What is more frightening: that God does not exist, or that God offers us no comfort?

The dead who walk the streets might be a relic of the past, something your Sicilian grandma might tell you about, but the Sanctuary of the Souls of the Beheaded is very much alive.

Chaplaincy was magnificent, and then suddenly it wasn’t.

The loneliness of the dead. How they are isolated by what they know about themselves and about us.

It’s sugar that makes fruit gel. Sugar preserves. Sugar is an everyday miracle. It causes fruit to retain its bright color, until it is brighter than it ever was on the tree. Heat and sugar alchemize to turn a jar of jam into a glowing jewel.

Why would you attack a beautiful work of art or building? In most cases, the clue is an urge to purify—a physical and spiritual decluttering beyond Marie Kondo’s wildest dreams.

We all need a rosary, whether we’re Catholic or not.

Leni Dothan examines and critiques how motherhood has been presented in western art history.

I’d just had a brush with the opioid epidemic—the Bible belt removed and fastened around the arm to isolate a vein.

As Aristotle knew, for our lives to be complete, there must be something that we desire to do for its own sake—something that is not a means to an end, but an end in itself.