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When the New Things Come Again, by Stephen P. White – Brown Pelican Society of Lousiana

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By Stephen P. White, The Catholic Thing, March 19, 2026

Stephen P. White is executive director of The Catholic Project at The Catholic University of America and a fellow in Catholic Studies at the Ethics and Public Policy Center.

I have what I like to think of as a healthy obsession with bulbs. I don’t mean the kind you screw into an electric lamp. I mean flower bulbs: tulips, hyacinth, daffodils, crocuses, snowdrops, and the like. I bury them in the dirt in the autumn. And as soon as the frozen ground softens to mud, green things start to emerge.

While the rest of the world (the lingering snow by the curb included) thinks it is still winter, the bulbs are having none of it. The bulbs are unstoppable. Once the bulbs emerge – those little green nibs, sometimes tinged wine-red – there’s no going back. Winter is finished, and all the cold snaps and late-season snow showers are in vain.

As we say in our family every year when the first crocuses appear, “Aslan is on the move.” …

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