Isabel Tehan profiles a young man who followed his vocation into a dying profession: the Catholic priesthood.
The tune was simple enough, but to pronounce the words with the correct Izzi intonation was grueling.
What we apparently can't seem to give up
He stayed in this prison till April 1945, when the Russians were about to march into Vienna.
It makes me angry to think of altar boys who found in priests not an inspiring example of sacrificial dedication (as I did), but instead horrible betrayal and abuse.
“The bill of sale is on record, and future generations will learn from it that women were articles of traffic in New York, late in the nineteenth century of the Christian religion.”