For many years my spiritual director in Toronto, Father Cris, a priest of Opus Dei and a genuinely wonderful man, pushed me to write my spiritual autobiography. And for as many years I made excuses ...

Very few of us can remember our infancy, but in his Confessions, St. Augustine makes an attempt, recalling a time when he knew only “to repose in what pleased, and cry at what offended my flesh; ...

It’s often difficult to hear poetry, to appreciate the “still, small voice” that spoke to the prophet Elijah, a voice that grows larger in memory or subsequent readings. In a confessional line toward ...

Critical discussion of Etty Hillesum's diary has mostly concentrated on the Holocaust. This essay emphasizes the literariness of An Interrupted Life—symbols, metaphors, intertexts, and the sense of ...