I was climbing with a young friend, a priest, recently ordained. The early autumn sun gently warmed the night-chilled rock. Esoteric rock-climbing banter filled the day, but on the drive home we turned to what really matters: God and his Church.
I was climbing with a young friend, a priest, recently ordained. The early autumn sun gently warmed the night-chilled rock. Esoteric rock-climbing banter filled the day, but on the drive home we turned to what really matters: God and his Church.