Life

when i was at school, the announcement of the annual lenten retreat was awaited with some pleasure. it was a one-day event, held at various ...

Joanna Bogle

as i passed through the huge central doors of westminster cathedral one sunny spring afternoon, i was struck by the lingering smell of incen...

Serenhedd James

in father stu, mark wahlberg’s deeply personal new film, the titular character is looking for hollywood fame, and love. a boxer-turned-super...

Nick Ripatrazone

stat crux dum volvitur orbis, the carthusians say: the cross is steady while the world turns. in the midst of what a great anglican prayer c...

Niall Gooch

‘have a good trip”, says the faded tourism leaflet taped to the window of the ukrainian border guard post with hungary at beregsurány. i was...

William Cash

navigating the relationship between science and faith can be something of a minefield. fr georges lemaître (whom i wrote about last month) w...

Fr Robert Verrill OP

a recurring topic of conversation among my jolly group of “mum friends” at the moment seems to be about whether or not to go for the third c...

Olenka Hamilton

metaphysical animals: how four women brought philosophy back to life clare mac cumhaill and rachel wiseman chatto and windus, £25, 416 pages...

Gertrude Clarke

"if you believe in a loving god, why do babies die of leukemia?” i’d never engaged seriously before with the question, but when faced with h...

Mark Dowd

julian barnes has always looked more like a french philosopher than an english novelist. with his latest novel, elizabeth finch, about an ex...

Sophia Waugh