What Kind of Poverty?
It was a Sunday like today, with a sharp cool fall wind, but sunny, when I walked Heather home from church. I had called to her from the sidewalk, she was in th...
It was a Sunday like today, with a sharp cool fall wind, but sunny, when I walked Heather home from church. I had called to her from the sidewalk, she was in th...
(Matthew 12) He will not wrangle or cry aloud, nor will any one hear his voice in the streets; he will not break a bruised reed or quench a smoldering wick, til...
I have hesitated to write about the recent lecture that the Pope delivered at the University of Regensburg, afraid to add to the fulminating morphic field, desi...
Connie said, So we tend not to be aware of being guilty of scapegoating (though I think we’re all quite well aware of being scapegoated)…how do we becom...