When I first had sex, it wasn't just teenage hormones. I wanted to know and be known.
In Athens, the apostle bears witness—and doesn't try to be cool.
How does the blazing sun produce so much refreshing fruit?
After the global meeting in Crete, conciliarity and orthodoxy hang in delicate balance.
"Even Lucifer might well have a change of heart," said the fifth grader. "Isn't that right, Father?"
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