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In the Stations of the Cross, I’ve always felt a kind of sympathy for Simon of Cyrene. He didn’t sign up to bear the heavy

In the Stations of the Cross, I’ve always felt a kind of sympathy for Simon of Cyrene. He didn’t sign up to bear the heavy

I have a confession to make. Well, if you read the title of this post, you already know, but here it is again: Pope Francis
Now my soul is troubled. And what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour? No: for this purpose I have come to this

There is a stereotype, probably justified, of the angst-ridden teenager who cries, “No one understands me.” No matter are age, we all feel this adolescent

This is a poem I felt compelled to write when I was thinking of one of my mom’s uncles, her godfather at baptism. I don’t