By: Kenneth Carnesi, Sr. There are moments in every life when prayer feels like it rises only as far as the ceiling. It may happen in a hospital waiting room, where the fluorescent lights hum through the long hours, and…
A Reflection at Seventy-Three By: Kenneth Carnesi, Sr. I wake earlier than I used to, though I sleep no less. The body keeps its own clock now, indifferent to the hour I’d choose for it. There is a stiffness in…