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The Narrow Gate
A priest I know shares this story. Recently, on their priests’ retreat, the retreat director began his opening presentation with these words: we take for granted that most people are
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Father’s Day
What makes for a father? Fifty-six years ago, my father died, late on a December night. As clearly as I remember his death, I remember the bitter cold. Within a
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Our Language Regarding Suicide
I generally try to be sensitive to using politically correct language, though sometimes that can be exasperating because of various hypersensitivities where people are too easily offended. Simply put, someone
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The Struggle to Be Sincere
Who are we really? Who are we when we are stripped naked in soul: stripped of ego, stripped of the image we have of ourselves, stripped of the hype, fads,
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Inviting Each Other to Our Better Selves
I grew up in a rural area where most everyone was either a first or second-generation immigrant. Most of us were just above the poverty line, struggling economically and struggling
https://ronrolheiser.com/inviting-each-other-to-our-better-selves/
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Feeding Off Sacred Fire
There’s a lyric in a song by Gordon Lightfoot which tries to interpret the struggle going on in the heart of Miguel de Cervantes’ mythical hero, Don Quixote. His goodness
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The Complex Mystery of Suffering
Sometimes it is hard to tell sickness from health. When we’re suffering, is it an indication that there’s something wrong with us or might it be that the suffering is
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A Mini Treason
Thomas Merton once said that what he feared in his own life was not so much a massive betrayal of his vocation, but a series of mini treasons that lead
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Science and Christian Faith – Friends Not Foes
During most of the two thousand years that Christianity has existed it has not been friends with science, and science has not been friends with it. From the Church condemning
https://ronrolheiser.com/science-and-christian-faith-friends-not-foes/
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A Soul Friend
One of the saints who speaks to me is Therese of Lisieux, commonly known as the Little Flower. This wasn’t love at first sight. For years I was put off