Serving Christ and Connecting Catholics in Western North Carolina
Propped up on pillows, ice packs piled on my aching chest, I watched our parish livestream of the celebration of the Lord’s Passion on Good Friday. After the painful biopsy earlier that morning, I could not make it to church – one more loss in an unexpectedly hard Holy Week.
More than 25 years ago, I was working in the Office of Life and Family in the Diocese of Providence, Rhode Island, when I received a phone call. A sidewalk counselor was speaking to a young pregnant woman who was considering aborting her baby. Because the person did not speak Spanish, he handed her the phone so I could speak with her.