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Feast of the Ascension may be more about us
Only one evangelist, Luke, talks about the Ascension as a separate dimension of the life of Christ. Only Luke, in Acts, dates it “on the fortieth day.”
Feast of the Ascension may be more about us
Only one evangelist, Luke, talks about the Ascension as a separate dimension of the life of Christ. Only Luke, in Acts, dates it “on the fortieth day.”
What was there left to believe in?
The first time I went to Rome, experienced the intrigues of the Curia, saw the politics of the system, watched the maneuverings of national clerical alliances, and realized how helpless...
What was there left to believe in?
The first time I went to Rome, experienced the intrigues of the Curia, saw the politics of the system, watched the maneuverings of national clerical alliances, and realized how helpless...
A model of abandonment
Psalm 130 teaches us to pray: “My soul relies on God more than a sentry on the coming of dawn.”
A model of abandonment
Psalm 130 teaches us to pray: “My soul relies on God more than a sentry on the coming of dawn.”
Am I going to heaven?
Indeed, I believe that God created “heaven.” I simply don’t believe that heaven is the Sugarcane Land that we present it to be.
Am I going to heaven?
Indeed, I believe that God created “heaven.” I simply don’t believe that heaven is the Sugarcane Land that we present it to be.
Can a Woman Be Catholic?
Slowly, slowly I began to ask myself a different question: Could a woman really be a Catholic at all? The fullness of the faith was surely not meant for us.
Can a Woman Be Catholic?
Slowly, slowly I began to ask myself a different question: Could a woman really be a Catholic at all? The fullness of the faith was surely not meant for us.
The prophetic spirit
The eternal icon of the prophet occupies the corner of my desk. The gaunt, wisp of a figure, arms thrown wide, head up and shouting to the sky, looks to...
The prophetic spirit
The eternal icon of the prophet occupies the corner of my desk. The gaunt, wisp of a figure, arms thrown wide, head up and shouting to the sky, looks to...