It is now almost two decades since I first read The Brothers Karamazov. I began it in Bute Park, sitting under a tree overlooking the river. I remember that it was the Penguin Classics edition translated by David McDuff, and that I couldn’t put it down.

This week I had the joy of taking a group of students to the University of Oxford open day. In a few quiet moments, I had an opportunity to pray at the Oxford Oratory on Woodstock Road

In a November entry of The Genesee Diary, Henri Nouwen reflects on the writing and spirituality of Brother Lawrence

A short passage from this morning’s Office of Readings in the Breviary (Friday, Week 10 of Ordinary Time)