Don’t alter my altar. I don’t believe you don’t believe.

May our effort, confidence and concern for others be the altar from which we pray for personal abundance.

Wherever an altar is found, there civilization exists.

At Gabriel College there was a very holy object on the high altar of the Oratory, covered with a black velvet cloth… At the height of the invocation the Intercessor lifted the cloth to reveal...

Can we believe that the real God, if there is one, ever ordered a man to be killed simply for making hair oil, or ointment? We are told in the thirtieth chapter of Exodus, that...

mistake.’ That’s insulting. I’m not a mistake.

When I think of how much this world has suffered; when I think of how long our fathers were slaves, of how they cringed and crawled at the foot of the throne, and in the...

abuse seminar” together some place, somehow? Was it taught in the seminary? In some dark corner? It goes beyond coincidence—the similarities in deeds and verbiage that these predators use on us. It truly chilled me...

I reflected on other victims I had met and how they were raped right on the altars of their own churches. Some of them were altar boys, and they were abused before or after mass....

The quickest way to alter an altar is not with a hammer, or even religious deconstruction, but with a typo.

When the glory is gone, destiny is mortgaged on the altar of struggle

We see sacrifices on the altar but God sees blood splashed on the walls of the altar