Aches of the Heart
There are aches of the heart so deep that words cannot touch them. They lie in the darkness, growing beyond the confines we think we have erected. We turn away and face inward, shriveling in the hurt and anguish. Loving hands are brushed aside, comforting words ignored. And even there You find us, Your cross…
Absolution
She knew it shouldn’t be such a struggle, but it always was. So much so, that often two years would go by before she could bring herself to go. Excuses were easy: “I don’t want to go to a priest who knows me;” “The weather is getting bad;” “I really haven’t done anything that horrible;”…