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My first visit to St. Peter Claver occurred during my senior year in college. My friend Anthony Supo Akingbade, a Nigerian studying in America, came home to Baltimore with me from college in Massachusetts for the Christmas holidays. At the time, I was not a Roman Catholic, and all I wanted to do was make sure Supo would make it to midnight Mass on Christmas Eve. We walked the half-mile from our house on Robert Street to the church, found a packed sanctuary and had to sit in the aisle. Over the years, I have come to know much more about St. Peter Claver, the historical development of the church and the Josephite priests who have ministered here from its conception. During this, the 120th anniversary of the church’s founding, I would like to share with you what I have learned and talk about the hope for the future of this monument to perseverance.

Kids will blog anyway – why not teach them how to blog correctly? So believes the Division of Catholic Schools in its major effort to stay ahead of technology, beginning with a strategic plan spearheaded in 2000.

Two articles on the Opinion Page (CR, Aug. 7) should have been vetted before publication. “The Beautiful American” passed judgment on the Hudson Institute with the words “red flag” and “corporate funded conservative think tank.” If you are going to call a source a liar, do not base your article on acceptance of that source’s analysis and conclusion. If you do not think the source was a liar, do not imply lying.

As the election cycle approaches, the pro-abortion Catholics will trot out their own “Apologia Pro Vita Sua” to explain their voting for a pro-abortion candidate. “It’s only one issue,” “I’m not a single-issue voter,” “What about the unjust war in Iraq?” etc. A recent letter compared the taking of pre-born life to the death of soldiers in Iraq to justify his voting for a pro-abortion candidate. True, each life is precious. On the one hand, we have a volunteer soldier encircled in body armor, armed to the teeth and often in the cocoon of a Humvee. On the other hand we have a child encircled by his mother’s womb innocently waiting for time and nourishment to make an entrance into the world, and in a few violent moments that same child’s body parts are being laid out on a table to make sure nothing remains in the child’s mother.

During the 1980s, computers weren’t for the cool kids.