It’s Not Easy
But the love revealed in Jesus, simple as it sounds, is terribly arduous. That is why the history of our faith so often reads like a history of our resistance to love. Give us rules….
But the love revealed in Jesus, simple as it sounds, is terribly arduous. That is why the history of our faith so often reads like a history of our resistance to love. Give us rules….
She was a very good teacher. Of course, it wasn’t like you had classes. But you’d sit for hours, you know, opening the mail, and talking. She was just a wonderful conversationalist, so in that…
Mental cases, mental illness, and physical illnesses, as well as poverty, are calls upon our compassion, because we must see Christ in them, but it is so hard to see Christ in anyone who is…
I really only love God as much as I love the person I love the least. –Dorothy Day, cited in What Dorothy Day’s Mistakes Taught Me
On Monday 4 November, Katrina shared the following with our class, Saints, Mystics, and the Neighbor Next Door… Whenever I groan within myself and think how hard it is to keep writing about love in…
[T]oday it is not nearly enough to be a saint, but we must have the saintliness demanded by the present moment, a new saintliness, itself also without precedent.—Simone Weil, Waiting for God For [Dorothy] Day,…
We have all known the long loneliness, and we know that the only solution is love, and that love comes with community. –Dorothy Day, The Long Loneliness
Born a year apart, and passing away within five years of one another, the twentieth century witnessed the inspired lives of Dorothy Day and Catherine de Hueck Doherty, two luminous figures of contemporary Christianity. These…
William D Miller, A Harsh and Dreadful Love: Dorothy Day and the Catholic Worker Movement After reading and discussing The Brothers Karamazov with 12 friends in 2021, I finally read William Miller’s 1973 history of…
In one of my classes, we are reading a variety of books on the love of learning. I asked Irina (a nom de plume) if she’d be willing to share a few reflections on Zena…