When I was a child Admin Friday, December 20, 2013 I cannot say where I came from or where I’m going, or when if ever the darkness will lift. Which is what makes the fragility of candlelight so beautiful, and the idea of God camping on the side of the road with a homeless woman so powerful. © 2023 The Catholic Thing. All rights reserved. For reprint rights, write to: [email protected] The Catholic Thing is a forum for intelligent Catholic commentary. Opinions expressed by writers are solely their own.
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When I was a child
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Friday, December 20, 2013