Andrew
Saints don’t die. They only come more to life.
Be wary of lonely and desperate men who promise to take you to magical places.
So it is not the will of my Father who is in heaven that one of these little ones should perish. (Matthew 18:14)
My continuation of Ernest Hemingway’s “Hills Like White Elephants.”
A simple guide to spiritual preparedness at the end of life.
A rapist can take so much from a woman, but he can never take what is most precious: the baby he left her with.
The unborn child is as precious as the bloodlust of our society is wicked. Yet, the child has what sin never will: a positive teleology aimed at life.
Two young boys find themselves suddenly enlisted in an unseen war for the life of their island.