A Procession Like No Other
by C. C. PecknoldOur way of walking and kneeling in the world will always be religious—whether kneeling before idols or before the one true God. Continue Reading »
Our way of walking and kneeling in the world will always be religious—whether kneeling before idols or before the one true God. Continue Reading »
On a Greenwich Village street corner, amid a throng of man buns and designer sun hats, the priest held up the monstrance. Continue Reading »
An excited group of girls behind me—ages five to eight, I think, walking with their mothers: some of them dribbling, others flinging, handfuls of rose petals drawn from their little white baskets. Next the censers, wafting smoke, and then the Sacrament itself, in its monstrance: a great golden sun . . . . Continue Reading »