Growing up, I would sit at our cozy kitchen table, my eyes scanning the wallpaper, a smattering of grapes, apples and juicy pears accompanied by the words, “The Fruit of...| RADIANT
“God doesn’t want wimpy prayers.” I remember the moment clearly. Sitting on the carpet floor in the retreat space, my pen paused over my notebook as the speaker’s words settled...| RADIANT
This year, the Church lived the Easter season on the road to Emmaus. This reality began to dawn on me as my fiancé and I sat together in dejected silence,...| RADIANT
