
A Holy Death
“She died a holy death,” a priest who knew her well told me. Just the day before her death from an aneurism, she’d come up

“She died a holy death,” a priest who knew her well told me. Just the day before her death from an aneurism, she’d come up

When Dostoyevsky wrote his famous line in The Idiot, amid the squalor and anxiety of an impending revolution, he could barely imagine the hell which

We are to know, love and serve God in this life and to share in the paradise of his Beatific Vision in the next life