Fear on the Rocks

It was my second day full day away from Al-Khalil and as I left Jerusalem in my little rental car I felt something brewing inside, a little niggling feeling in the back of my head. Fear. I dismissed it as absurd - there was nothing to be afraid of (at least not anymore), yet as …

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Why Dorothy Day is a #BAB

I first heard of Dorothy Day in the junior year of my bachelor's. My then professor not only had us read Loaves and Fishes but also brought us down to the local Catholic Worker house. I cannot begin to explain how that experience has changed my life. I would go on to be a Worker …