I remember the day I embraced the mystery of God. I could not fix my son’s illness and I kept praying specific prayers to create God...

Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord; Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. We have all be there, haven’t...

This day and this text are so thoroughly steeped in reference, allusion, and significance that there is no way to cover it all coherently...