Who Are the Poor I’m Supposed to Care For?
A few years ago as we left our rented apartment in Rome and walked towards St. Peter's Square I notice a ragged, filthy woman sitting on a piece of cardboard…
A few years ago as we left our rented apartment in Rome and walked towards St. Peter's Square I notice a ragged, filthy woman sitting on a piece of cardboard…
A friend wrote with a very astute question about differences between Bible translations. Here is his question. Sorry to bother you with this, but I’ve been struggling for some time…
I suspect you’ve heard this short poem by Rudyard Kipling before, but it is good to sing-song your way through it again every once in a while. Once on a…