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By Our ReadersApril 1996At Saint Vincent’s, every class period began with a simple prayer. “Let us remember,” I would say, and the class would reply, “that we are in the holy presence of God.”
By Robert InchaustiSeptember 1995Robert came to my church when he was in his early forties. He was a short, stocky, shiny-faced man with glittering glasses and mind. And he was HIV-positive. He joined the church because he was preparing to die and wanted to die reconciled with God.
By Jean PremaApril 1995December 1994Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.
Alan Watts
What really knocked my socks off was a study that I first found out about in 1987. It showed that people in coronary-care units who were prayed for did a lot better than people who weren’t.
By Ted BraudeDecember 1994Derek was unfaithful Thursday. He told me today. It hurts. OK, they didn’t do it — just kissed. But he asked her to go to bed and she refused (because he was married). But still, it could have happened. In a sense, it did happen. Is it just a cultural constraint that makes me so bothered by it? Am I just the defective offspring of a defective culture?
By Anne Marie WhelanNovember 1994Awkwardly, in fits and starts, the words came back to me.
By Michael O’NeillJune 1994Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee . . .
December 1993Christmas reminds us that it is not enough to bring God into our hearts. When God comes, God never comes alone. Jesus asks us to take in his strange friends, his dispossessed and uprooted children, his unpopular causes and projects.
Doris Donnelly
September 1993Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.
C. S. Lewis
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