Here’s what a passport looked like in the 13th century. This one belonged to St. Jacek (Hyacinth), who brought the Dominican order to Poland.

Met him in a Radisson hotel out near O’Hare in the late 1980s. (That’s me on the far right.) Was nice as could be. I was never a wrestling fan, but I was a Hulk Hogan fan. RIP.

Nights and days, bless the Lord. Light and darkness, bless the Lord. Lightnings and clouds, bless the Lord.

Do the Young People know how good Ichiro was?

RIP, Ryno. Forever and for always, my favorite ballplayer.

The Chicago Cubs' strategy of pitching behind in the count and failing to score runners in scoring position with no outs is not paying off, weirdly.

Cubs picked a bad time to play their worst baseball since early 2024.

For the record, if anyone want to perform a musical tribute to me when I go, Allegri's Miserere would be a tasteful choice.

"In our digital age, 'authenticity' has become a particularly valuable commodity. And that presents real opportunities and real dangers for evangelization. And I use the word commodity advisedly." -- Stephen White in today's Pillar column. pillarcatholic.com/p/influencers-…

I remember being in that same field 25 years ago, waiting for the arrival of Pope John Paul II. It was quite warm.

300 years after the end of the Spanish line, I can say with confidence that Habsburgs have great jeans

Humanity owes a lot to Nicaea, with its ousias and substantias and embattled uses of hypostasis. Persona implies relation and relatability rather more strongly than our thinned down anthropologies care to admit, which makes it hard to explain why we are all in this together.

Today is day 1 of the Blessed Michael McGivney Novena, with special intention for the domestic church, the church of the home, seedbed of love and vocation. For the reflection and prayers for the day visit: kofc.org/en/resources/e… Blessed Michael McGivney, pray for us! Knights of Columbus

Boos raining down at Wrigley. Chicago Cubs have the second best record in MLB right now but fans are staring into the abyss. Bats completely AWOL. Deadline trades flopped. Bullpen suddenly stinks on ice. The team looks resigned and defeated. Hoping not to lose. Zero fire; zero fun.

And that’s where we find ourselves today, as summer wanes, on the day after the Transfiguration: setting our faces to follow the Lord, in train with Peter, coming down from the mountain so that we may ascend another. thecatholicthing.org/2025/08/07/com…

"A Church with the confidence to plant, even if the harvest serves some purpose we cannot yet foresee, is a Church which is a sign of contradiction." -- Stephen White pillarcatholic.com/p/the-future-o…

Today we celebrate the feast of Blessed Michael McGivney, humble parish priest and founder of the Knights of Columbus, who was beatified in 2020. Known for his tireless service to his parishioners and his defense of the faith, he reminds us that holiness is found in the simple,

The Cubs continue to have tragically bad ABs with runners in scoring position. Happ got ahead 1-0 and then watched three fastballs and took a seat. Just brutal.

I remember Vasgersian, back in the '90s when he was doing games for the Brewers, calling a Jeromy Burnitz home run by busting into a full-throated rendition of Pearl Jam: "Jeremy spoke in class today!" Been a fan of his ever since.

All of MLB: We haven’t beat the Brewers since June. The Cubs: We got this…