By Friday afternoon, when most teachers are looking forward to the weekend, I am already gearing up to spend most of Saturday preparing my Sunday homily. My Sundays are spent celebrating Mass at the parish run by my religious order in Brooklyn, or at a nearby church where I often help out. By Sunday night I am often bone tired and collapse just as I start picking through the newspapers.
Despite those challenges, I wouldn’t change a thing. To live and work in a community of priests and...
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