Where to Look for New Life

By Wesley Hill During the afternoon of Maundy Thursday, as I sat writing in my office, the sun burst through the colorless gauze that had been hanging over Pittsburgh for most of Holy Week. I quickly checked... Read More...

The Quiet of Eastertide

By Deanna Briody The first Easter morning dawned without bells. No one was singing. Jesus’s disciples were holed away, stricken with grief, shocked and terrified by the horrific events of the Friday before. ... Read More...