Joseph Pearce

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Our Lady of Walsingham and the Resurrection of England

Something is stirring in England. It’s not much. A still, small voice of calm whispering in the dark. Prayers ascending like incense. A rekindled faith. No, it’s not much. Merely a mustard seed. It won’t be noticed by most people. It will go...

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Candles of Light and Life

Can the culture of life take root and flourish in the very midst of the culture of death? This crucial question is answered in the affirmative by the Missionaries of the Poor, one of the fastest growing religious orders in the Church...

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Brideshead and Beyond: The Genius of Evelyn Waugh

Conversion is like stepping across the chimney piece out of a Looking-Glass world, where everything is an absurd caricature, into the real world God made; and then begins the delicious process of exploring it limitlessly. These wonderful words of...

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When Nice Turns Nasty

A few days ago, whilst being driven around Tampa, I noticed a car bumper sticker telling me to “Just Be Nice.” For some reason this irritated me. Indeed it made me feel decidedly nasty. Why was this? Had I become a grumpy old man, an irascible...

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Is Life Meaningless? An Idiot’s Guide to Shakespeare

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. Does this wonderful passage from Macbeth signify that...

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Wisdom in Wonderland

“Once upon a time,” said kind Uncle Chestnut, “we were all little children and we lived in a place called wonderland.” Looking up from the book of fairytales that he was reading for the umpteenth time, he smiled sadly at his nephew. “The problem...

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TV is for Dummies

Many years ago, my wife and I decided to unplug ourselves from the prurience and propaganda piped into our homes via the television. It was one of the best decisions we ever made. And one of the most liberating. It freed us from hours of passive...

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Where Have All the Grown-Ups Gone?

Where have all the grown-ups gone, Long time passing? Where have all the grown-ups gone, Long time ago? Those of my generation might recall the song, Where Have All the Flowers Gone?, a hit record by the Kingston Trio, among others, composed...

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Gerard Manley Hopkins and the Grandeur of God

The world is charged with the grandeur of God. The opening line of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem, “God’s Grandeur,” says it all. It says all we need to know about the world in which we’re living. Every time we see a tree, resplendent in countless...

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A Christmas with Imaginary Catholics

This Christmas I’m taking a leap of the imagination into the home of a family of imaginary Catholics. It is Christmas morning and I arrive, as if by magic, down the chimney, just as the family is gathering round the tree. Dusting myself off, I...