Walking into mass, my feet became heavier and heavier. Trying to reconcile my anger with the Church and my desire to be in communion with Jesus. I looked at my husband. He saw my hesitation, my anxiety, my concern. Taking me by the hand, he whispered, “For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.”
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