Collins ends his book with ground shaking recommendations that we may not see in our lifetimes but may be the only way to save the Church from itself.
In the last few years we've seen an explosion of popular books on philosophy and psychology, many aimed at stressed out millenials who are unfamiliar with the history of human thought.
I waited for God, or Jesus, to speak to me. No message has ever come to me from on high.
In his strident note, Viganò alleges that the Vatican was made privy to sexual misconduct allegations of the then Archbishop McCarrick sometime back in 2000.
Marriage consists of mutual journeying towards the promise that we will be one flesh and ceases to exist when this journey ceases.
I became aware earlier this year that Catholic Bishop Tomlinson of Bendigo had discouraged a Catholic organisation in his diocese from inviting me as a speaker.
An independent panel will be convened (independence being in the eye of the beholders), which might decide to refer Johnson to the party's board. From there, the power of expulsion can come into play.
I can remember, in my first Parish, standing before the congregation as a divorced man having married a divorced woman to preach.
They are repeated like a fundamentalist chorus or mantra: The politics of envy and class warfare.
It seems impossible to refuse the conclusion that the foetus is a potentially self-aware human being and that it may not be disposed of as passive tissue or as animal life.
The concept is similar to the duty of confidentiality which obliges legal advisors to respect their clients' affairs.
We live in a time of crisis in meaning. Without a robust practice of faith we find ourselves in bondage to the primal fear: nonexistence.