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A parish, like a family, is made of woven lives

By Patrick T. Reardon

mobile of woven lives image from NCR

The baby crawled along the carpet in an open area in the back of church. She was dressed in a celebration of white and red horizontal stripes, and she was happy.

She was delighted at her newfound ability to get from here to there. She smiled and giggled.

A few steps away was Ann, who was dying……

My story in the July 5, 2013 edition of National Catholic Reporter.

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