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March 7, 2005

Vol.192 / No.8
Jerry Ryan March 07, 2005

The Church of the Holy Sepulcher is brown. Outside and inside the bricks are varying shades of brown, the color of impurity and ruin. The whole atmosphere is messy, anarchic brown. The church reeks of decay and neglect. The walls have been blackened by centuries of candles, the floor stones are unev

Ellen Lucey Prozeller March 07, 2005

This book applies a singular approach to the study of the Gospel By searching out and using the questions Jesus asked during his ministry the author provides readers with topics for Scripture study contemplation and also perhaps action Father Dear arranges these questions under 19 general them

March 07, 2005

On the Reservations

The article Looking Into the Heart, by Peter A. Clark, S.J. (2/21), is a joy. It is another expression of seeing God in all things that was exemplified in his article and one more clear example of the gift of America. There continue to be innumerable articles, stories

Valerie Schultz March 07, 2005

My youngest daughter is two weeks shy of 13. In two weeks, she will leave her childhood behind her and take off on the exhilarating jet of adolescence, although in reality she is already at cruising altitude. She has grown an inch a month over the summer, and the expression of disdain on her face ri

Claire Hoertz Badaracco March 07, 2005

At the Church of Saint Ignatius Loyola on Park Avenue in Manhattan between mid-summer of 1896 and June of the following year the seven Jesuit priests who resided there heard nearly 80 000 confessions all but 2 000 of them particular - that is listing the penitents rsquo sins since their last con

Ann Naffziger March 07, 2005

"I must have heard my grandmother tell my grandfather a thousand times, Get behind me, Satan,’ but I thought she made up that phrase. I didn’t know it was in the Bible! I thought it said somewhere that Jesus died when he was 33 years old. Where is that? Where’s the part where

The Word
Dianne Bergant March 07, 2005

As we open our eyes each morning we see life around us We hear the whispers of nature the hum of traffic the lilt of a human voice It does not take long for us to realize that death is here as well It soon becomes very clear that life and death are both part of the cycle of nature But unlike