As a Catholic Dad I don’t always know what I’m doing, but maybe that’s ok. Maybe I’m doing better than I think I am.
He sat on the left side of the church. A thick rosary hung from his hand as he prayed, eyes fixed on the crucifix above the altar. I hated to interrupt him, but he must have sensed me staring. He turned abruptly as if awakened from a deep slumber and said, “Do you want toContinue reading “A Good Confession”
A simple prayer from a child cures his pain. What lesson can he teach a proud father?