Two old stories, but I just saw them, about a priest in the Bronx with unusual but attractive expressions of his calling: as a grower of hops and a provider of work making fashionable clothes. He also keeps bees for honey. Here is Brad Miner of the Catholic Thing on Father O’Connor .
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Lift my chin, Lord,Say to me,“You are not whoYou feared to be,Not Hecate, quite,With howling sound,Torch held…
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