Wednesday, January 21, 2026
The U.S. Presidency Thanks to John Adams
Friday, January 16, 2026
The Future Is Burning
Wednesday, January 14, 2026
In This Bleak Midwinter
January is invariably a bleak month. Although the hours of daylight are beginning to increase slightly, that daytime sky is as often as not overcast. In any case, the operative contrast is a stark one between the festive lights of the Christmas season and the empty dark spaces where the Christmas Trees and other holiday lights so recently were. Personally, I always feel a certain sadness the day the Christmas Tree goes out in the trash (photo), and I suspect many others experience similar post-Christmas sadness.
In 2026, however, this midwinter bleakness is exacerbated not by nature and the season, but by what we are sadly experiencing socially and politically in this unprecedented time of troubles, brought about by the widespread breakdown of democratic aspirations.
Here in New York City, we can watch (and hear) nurses picketing some New York hospitals in a very timely challenge to the profit-making mentality that dominates the American medical system. Before his election, Mayor Zohran Mamdani, who joined the nurses on their picket line on the first day of the strike, had said that the city “needs to reconsider its relationship to wealthy private hospital systems.” Indeed, as the expiration fo the ACA subsidies and Washington's inability to restore them has revealed, it may be - may be already past - time for all Americans to reconsider our relationship to a health-care system which makes some rich, while leaving the rest poor and barely cared for.
But the situational center of our nation right now is not New York, let alone Washington, but Minneapolis. Few things highlight the moral depths to which our country has descended more starkly than the recent slaughter of Renee Good in her car on a Minneapolis street. As if attacks on law-abiding immigrants and refugees on their way to work or school or church were not bad enough, ordinary American citizens are now themselves being targeted, attacked, and killed.
Compared to that, intellectual abominations like the censoring of Plato's Symposium in a Texas school may seem small matters. But, in fact, such scandalous policies confirm Socrates' significant insight - illustrated in his own experience of trial and execution - that dedication to wisdom, truth, morality must inevitably put one at odds with a decadent demagogic polity.
More immediately terrifying in practice than the censoring of Plato is the threat (whether real or propaganda bluster remains yet to be seen) to attack Greenland, an act of unjustified war against a NATO ally (the kingdom of Denmark), which could well herald the untimely death of that once great alliance. Undoubtedly, American troops could march from their base into Nuuk, Greenland's capital, and raise the American flag, fully expecting to get away with such an act of wanton aggression. But the cost will be real in killing an 80-year effort to minimize war in world affairs, and it will leave the U.S. friendless in an increasingly unfriendly world.
In her famous Christmas poem, In the Bleak Midwinter, Christina Rossetti contemplated the contrast between our bleak and limited existence and the gift given us in the Incarnation with its possibility for human transformation by grace - the one and only true alternative to the false pseudo-Christian religion of power, domination, and control, currently being preached by our leaders.
Sunday, January 11, 2026
Beloved Son
John’s baptism had famously been a ritual of repentance, dramatizing one’s need for conversion and one’s willingness to start anew, as their ancestors had when they had first passed through the Jordan River to enter the Promised Land. By being baptized by John, Jesus blended into the mass of anonymous sinners that we are. By being baptized as one of us, Jesus joined us - which was, of course, the point of his being born in the first place.
Jesus joined us in the water; but, when he came up from the water, we are told, behold, the heavens were opened for him, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and coming upon him. And a voice came from the heavens saying, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.”
Homily for the feast of the Baptism of the Lord, Saint Paul the Apostle Church, NY, January 11, 2026.
Friday, January 9, 2026
Stan and Gus
The Gilded Age is not just an amazing HBO series. It was also a real era in New York City's life and remains real today, monumentally so, in its grandiose public spaces and art. Some noteworthy examples of that public art are found in the Paulist Fathers' "Mother Church," the Church of Saint Paul the Apostle at 59th Street and 9th Avenue in midtown Manhattan. When that church was being built in the 1880s, the Paulist Fathers' founder and the first pastor of the parish called in for consultation three of the most eminent, contemporary artists, John LaFarge, Stanford White, and Augustus Saint-Gaudens.
Henry Wiencek, STAN and GUS: The Ardor and the Friendship That Built the Gilded Age (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2025) is the complicated story of two of those artists, architect Stanford White (1853-1906), who designed the church's majestic main altar with its beautiful baldacchino, toward which all the lines of the church can be said to converge, and sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens (1848-1907), whose student, Frederick MacMonnies, made the three gilded angels above the baldacchino, and another student, Bela Pratt, produced the church's glorious statue of Our Lady of hte Annunciation, carved from Carrara marble in the form of a lily bud about to bloom. (None of this work is referenced in Wiencek's book.)
Wiencek's account recalls the partnership between those two famous Gilded Age artists - both their public professional partnership and their private personal relationship, revealing details about their personal and family lives, which their admiring public probably did not know and which would have likely diminished the public's positive perception of them as persons and perhaps also diminished for some the appeal of their artistry.
The two artists, White and Saint-Gaudens, came from decidedly different backgrounds and had notably different personalities, but became close collaborators as well as personal friends. Wiencek traces how they overcame their circumstances to become the successful artists whose works we remember, and how they relied upon each other for emotional support and professional advancement. The author highlights important early stages in their professional advancement - among them Trinity Church in Boston and the Farragut statue in New York. Along the way, we get a close-up picture of the artists' idiosyncrasies.
From time immemorial, artists have depended upon patrons - particularly rich patrons. Wiencek's account highlights this peculiar alliance. It is a story of artistic genius, constrained (only minimally as it turned out) by financial dependence upon rich patrons, but otherwise floating freely through the moral abyss of Gilded Age oligarchy. The Gilded Age may compare somewhat favorably to our contemporary experience of oligarchy, in that the Robber Barons - in contrast to our contemporary oligarchs - did in fact actually produce things of value (e.g., railroads) and cultural products of public benefit (e.g., libraries, churches, monumental statuary). Although White and Saint-Gaudens did inevitably produce some artworks for private use and benefit (including White's now torn-down private mansions), they also produced a great amount of properly public art, among them the many statues which were apparently all the rage in the post-Civil War era. Much of this public art remains and continues to enrich our social and cultural landscape, even as it also continues to remind us of the economic dislocation of the era that commissioned it - and the moral failures of the artists who successfully produced it.
Genius has often become an excuse for anti-social behavior. There are repeated instances described in the book where exasperated patrons - for example, Henry Adams and the Rector of Ascension Church - ultimately fell in love with the art they had commissioned, despite their frustrations and anger with the artists' entitled approach to their commitments. Nonetheless, the book illustrates quite clearly how obnoxious those artists (Saint-Gaudens especially) could be and how frustrating it was to commission work from them. Although he came to appreciate the end product, Henry Adams' outburst about Saint-Gaudens when he was working on Adams' wife's memorial is illustrative. "If I could, I should club St. Gaudens and Stanford White, and put them under their own structures. Nothing has distressed. me like their outrageous disregard of my feelings in this matter. Never spare an architect or artist hereafter. Make their lives intolerable and have no pity, for they will have none on you."
Other victims of the artists' self-centeredness were, of course, their wives. Even allowing for the very different attitudes toward marriage at that time, some of their behavior toward their wives and their official families failed even by such lenient standards. Wiencek recounts in considerable detail the varied affairs conducted by the two men, as well as exploring the romantic and sexual aspects of their own relationship with each other. He does so journalistically without sensationalizing. The book is not primarily an expose of the two men's sexual affairs or of their own love affair. Still, their chaotic sexual behavior gets the treatment it requires as defining aspects of their mutual relationship and of their relationships with others.
Not only were the artists intimately part of a filthy rich social circle, with all the narcissism and abuses of power that accompany excessive wealth, they were also central to a social circle of sexual adventure, which combined an artistic inclination to sexual freedom with the privileges of wealth to abuse others. Most extremely, with White, the result anticipated some of the sort of depravity so recently exposed in the Jeffrey Epstein saga - also a story of licentiousness empowered by the power and attractiveness of wealth, and rich people covering for one another. The result in White's case, of course, was his murder in public at Madison Square Garden, the event which blew the lid off the false front of respectability he had managed to maintain.
STAN and GUS tells an important story about a world most of us non-artists have no experience or understanding of. It also confronts us with the ambivalent legacy of an era of out-of-control oligarchy, which produced so much we can and should value in public spaces and public art. It also challenges us to evaluate the moral costs of indulging uninhibited sexual freedom, licentiousness, and depravity among the rich and talented, with comparably little regard for those we must now recognize as their victims.
Wednesday, January 7, 2026
The Monroe Doctrine - Then and Now
The Monroe Doctrine, about which everyone of my generation learned in grade school history class, but which may suddenly be news to many people today, was originally a U.S. foreign policy statement warning European powers against any further colonization or attempts at recolonization in the Americas, effectively establishing the Western Hemisphere as a U.S. sphere of influence, while correspondingly committing the U.S. to non-interference in European affairs. Although largely the work of his Secretary of State, John Quincy Adams, President James Monroe formally articulated the doctrine during his annual State of the Union Address to Congress on December 2, 1823. By then, nearly all of the formerly Spanish colonies in the the Americas had achieved independence. Monroe effectively divided the Old and the New Worlds into separate spheres of influence, and clarified that further efforts by European powers (e.g. the Holy Alliance) to regain imperial control of or influence over the newly independent states in the region would be viewed as a threat to U.S. security. In turn, the United States would continue to recognize and not interfere with existing European colonies, nor would it meddle in the internal affairs of European countries (their sphere of influence).
“The occasion has been judged proper for asserting, as a principle in which the rights and interests of the United States are involved, that the American continents, by the free and independent condition which they have assumed and maintain, are henceforth not to be considered as subjects for future colonization by any European powers. …
“We owe it, therefore, to candor and to the amicable relations existing between the United States and those powers to declare that we should consider any attempt on their part to extend their system to any portion of this hemisphere as dangerous to our peace and safety. With the existing colonies or dependencies of any European power, we have not interfered and shall not interfere. But with the Governments who have declared their independence and maintained it, and whose independence we have, on great consideration and on just principles, acknowledged, we could not view any interposition for the purpose of oppressing them, or controlling in any other manner their destiny, by any European power in any other light than as the manifestation of an unfriendly disposition toward the United States”
Tuesday, January 6, 2026
As the Holy Door Closes
In his Urbi et Orbi Address on Christmas, Pope Leo referenced today's solemn closing of the Jubilee Year's last Holy Door.
In a few days’ time, the Jubilee Year will come to an end. The Holy Doors will close, but Christ our hope remains with us always! He is the Door that is always open, leading us into divine life. This is the joyful proclamation of this day: the Child who was born is God made man; he comes not to condemn but to save; his is not a fleeting appearance, for he comes to stay and to give himself. In him, every wound is healed and every heart finds rest and peace. “The Lord’s birth is the birth of peace.”
Closing a door obviously lacks the symbolic religious resonance of its opening a year earlier. Opening the Holy Door expressed an invitation - literally an invitation to come to Rome on pilgrimage, figuratively a challenge to undertake a spiritual journey in hope. In contrast, closing the door seems almost somewhat sad. Fittingly it falls on Epiphany, which marks the end of Christmas, after which we will soon dismantle the decorations that have brightened this season and so set it apart from the drab rest of the year. I am always saddened to see the Christmas Tree stripped of its ornaments and thrown out into the street. Yet, as the Christmas Tree disappears, I also know that it is time to start a new year and get on with the important business of living Christmas daily in an undecorated and drab world.
So too, the closing of the Holy Door invites us to renew the world on this side of that Door.
In his Homily for the Epiphany, at the Mass which immediately followed the closing of the Jubilee Door, Pope Leo said, all of our lives are a journey. The Gospel challenges the Church not to be afraid of this phenomenon, but to appreciate it, and orient it toward God who sustains us. He is a God who can unsettle us because he does not remain firmly in our hands like the idols of silver and gold; instead, he is alive and life-giving, like the Baby whom Mary cradled in her arms and whom the wise men adored. Holy places like cathedrals, basilicas and shrines, which have become Jubilee pilgrimage destinations, must diffuse the aroma of life, the unforgettable realization that another world has begun.
It is that another world that has begun that we now are privileged to inhabit even on this side of the Door, even now in this sad saeculum, even now in this troubled year of our Lord 2026.
Sunday, January 4, 2026
Journey of the Magi
A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times when we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities dirty and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wineskins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
(T.S. Eliot, Journey of the Magi, 1927, Collected Poems 1909-1962, Harcourt, 1963).
When Eliot wrote his famous poem, the magi all still arrived on the same day every year. Now, thanks to the late 20th-century liturgical calendar reforms, they come early in the U.S. - this year two days early. That also means we get only 10 "Days of Christmas" this Year, hence no "11 Ladies Dancing" and no "12 Lords a Leaping" this year, at least in the U.S.).
I don't know how cold it really was for the magi. Eliot calls it the very dead of winter. Whatever it may have been there and then, it certainly has been a cold coming for them this year. Eliot's poem portrayed a cold world not just in weather, but a cold-hearted world, which certainly is what the magi would be encountering in their journey this year.
Of course, we know next to nothing about the actual magi, the ones Matthew's Gospel tells us about. We have counted them as three because of the number of their gifts, and crowned them as kings because of the resonance of Psalm 72. From the title Matthew gives them we can assume they were wise. From their behavior, we infer that they were seekers - not New Age dilettantes but genuine seekers searching for life-changing truth, which indeed they found not in Herod's palace but in a much less unexpected place a short distance away. Bethlehem was just a few miles away, but it might as well have been a world away not just for the power politicians at Herod's court but for the religious and cultural elite. They were the academic intellectuals of their time, learned scholars who completely missed the point of their learning. They correctly discerned the place to go, but unlike the true seekers, the magi, they stayed home, clinging to the comforts of the status quo.
Matthew tells us that when the star reappeared, the magi were overjoyed. The politicians stayed put, as did the intellectuals, but the truly wise went forward, following the star and finding what they sought. The magi set out as true pilgrims – and on entering the house they saw the child with Mary his mother … prostrated themselves and did him homage. In the old liturgy, when these words were read or sung in the Gospel on Epiphany, everyone was directed to genuflect. It was the liturgy’s dramatic way of physically bringing the point of the story home, helping us to identify personally with the pilgrim magi, experiencing what they experienced. Our overly wordy and ritually impoverished contemporary worship deprives us of that direct physical identification with the experience of the magi. We must work extra hard to get where our ancestors arrived naturally, kneeling in homage in the presence of life-changing truth.
After Epiphany, like the magi, we too must return to our places, these Kingdoms, But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation.
Thursday, January 1, 2026
A New Year; A New Mayor
Happy New Year!
"It is the common custom in meeting of friends at this season, to greet each other with a Happy New Year! This is a praiseworthy and pleasant custom, and in accordance with it, I greet you all, my dear brethren, with a Happy New Year! Happy New Year to all our friends and the inhabitants of this city, and to all our countrymen, whether dwelling north or south, east or west, in this our native land. Happy New year to all men of whatever race or clime; for God is our common Creator, and in Christ we are all sons of God, and therefore brethren." (Servant of God Isaac Hecker, Sermon How To Be Happy, January 1, 1863).
And, speaking of "this city," with this new year comes a new mayor, Zohran Mamdani, New York City's 111th mayor since Thomas Willett first bore the title after the office was established in 1665. Things were a lot different then. Willett was appointed by the British colonial governor. Mamdani attracted 140,000 volunteers to his campaign and was elected by a majority of the city's voters. Mamdani is also the first South-Asian and the first Muslim to be elected New York City's Mayor.
After the overthrow of the Orleanist monarchy and subsequent unexpected events in mid-19th-century France, Karl Marx famously wrote, "all France has been surprised by Paris." Perhaps, with Mamdani's election, it can likewise been said that the United States has been surprised by New York. Whatever else his election many portend, it has highlighted the widespread and deep dissatisfaction with neoliberal oligarchy (what AOC at Mayor Mamdani's Inauguration called "the barbarism of extreme income inequality") and a general desire for something better, for a city that fulfills the promise of a more flourishing life for its citizens.
It was little over a year ago that Mamdani was barely even noticed at the 2024 San Juan Somos conference. "I was blending into the walls," was how he described it to New York Magazine's David Freedlander. That he is now mayor reflects the amazing intersection of personal political talents and the exigencies of this challenging moment in our history. (Something similar happened nationally in the 20th century when FDR's and LBJ's unique personal political talents intersected with the unique opportunities presented by the 1930s and the 1960s. It was FDR who famously said "the country demands bold, persistent experimentation.")
There are and will be many obstacles to any mayor's achieving his objectives. At best, local politics is about choosing which scarce resources will be allocated among which competing constituencies, and so which constituencies must settle for less than they want. But politics-as-usual has a way of narrowing the very possibilities of politics. As Mamdani himself has acknowledged to Freedlander, "the longer you spend in politics, the less possible you think things are in politics." Perhaps the biggest challenge to any newcomer to our rigid and sclerotic governance is to convince the relevant political constituencies that things actually can be accomplished, that changes actually can occur.
Fittingly, in his inaugural address promising an agenda of :safety, affordability, and abundance," Mayor Mamdani said, "the only expectation I seek to reset is that of small expectations.
Photo: Senator Bernie Sanders administers the mayoral oath of office to New York Mayor Zohran Mamdani, City Hall, January 1, 2026.









