On the feast of St. Paul's conversion, Google kept reminding me that it was also Virginia Woolf's birthday.
"Sam," the voice on the phone said, simply. I was transported back 25 years.
Yesterday I declined to be the one to put ashes on my own kids' foreheads. Today I sent them back into the violent world we all have made.
One day Bill didn't show up at the church, so we went to find him.
When we give something up, we realize that its goodness doesn't depend on our ownership of it.
"Teens have the ability to do theological reflection and to connect their faith to issues of justice."
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