I love the first walk out with the kids when the snow melts. Pressing on thin ice till it breaks. Wading into puddles. Dropping snow into running water to see how long it takes to break through. I love the way that spring breaks through the winter, and we feel renewed by fresh air. Mostly, I love how easy it is to taste joy on that first spring walk.

ChristöÏÓãÊÓƵapp Resurrection is sometimes seen as the moment of his dis-Incarnation. God so loved the world that He sent His only Son so that all who believe in Him may not perish but have eternal life. The Son of God became flesh so that He would be one with us in our earthly trials and tribulations and redeem us from sin.

Is it possible to abuse the gifts of God? Absolutely. Does it make them any less a gift just because they are open to abuse or we abuse them? No. Thomas Aquinas said that just about anything can be abused, even Gregorian Chant! But what happens when we abuse a gift whose sole purpose is to keep us from abusing GodöÏÓãÊÓƵapp gifts?

Editors get letters for the same reason Toronto suffers mockery for not being Montreal: fair or unfair, it comes with the territory.

Concerns about an Ontario NDP MPPöÏÓãÊÓƵapp new bill to protect drag queens from protests have understandably focused on free speech encroachment but as a result have overlooked more pragmatic questions.

Excerpt from the introduction to Pope John Paul IIöÏÓãÊÓƵapp encyclical The Gospel of Life.

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As a member of the Canadian Chapter of the Patrons of the Arts of the Vatican Museums, I have had the opportunity to visit the Vatican Galleries many times over, including the famed Sistine Chapel, usually after hours once the tourists have left.

öÏÓãÊÓƵapp a decade ago, I concluded that the underlying affliction in North American society is potato chips.

On a car ride from Kingston to Ottawa, I tested my hypothesis on Cardinal Timothy Dolan of New York and my then-colleague Fr. Raymond de Souza, with whom I co-founded Convivium magazine. Both of these supremely brainy Catholic clergymen looked at me as if I were mucho nachos shy of a full bag.

ItöÏÓãÊÓƵapp hard to stay cool when faced with unfair mischaracterizations of what one believes. But itöÏÓãÊÓƵapp Easter, and hope springs eternal so instead of publicly lambasting John IbbitsonöÏÓãÊÓƵapp recent column in the Globe and Mail, I’m going to do a public service instead. What follows here is an attempt to distill what it is many women actually believe when we choose pro-life laws.