I am a butterfly,
Know that I like Flying among colorful flowers But now, I won’t do like this I offer to you…My lord.
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Mani Ram told me today that he had just had a terrifying experience.
At last, I am back in Korea, my home country. I returned in March 2019 and threw myself into the surging waves of work awaiting me as the new Columban Lay Missionary (CLM…
One of the striking aspects of spending four months in San Antonio, Texas, is the very Hispanic/Mexican feel of the city as well as the way it manages its social…
What greater duty does any person of integrity have than to speak the truth about that which is morally wrong, unjust and despicable?
"Quit being a lemon and make some lemonade in these straitened times," a journalist urged in a recent article.
A couple of years ago, before starting the Christmas Mass, in a chapel in the southern area of the archdiocese of Santiago, Chile, a family arrived with their children.
As Christmas draws near my thoughts go back to 1973 and 1974 when I was in Korea.
The night is ending, darkness making way for light, winter has gone, and spring is here.
The catechumenate is the period of preparation for baptism that adults go through.
Noisily he made his haggard way
down the corridor to the departure gate
a gimp exuding anger.
Taking a seat he announced under his breath
The river came out of the ground underneath the rocks
We watched and wondered where it came from
Drank it, used it for cooking
Washed ourselves