The Hands of My Father

My father’s hands were always dirty. As an auto mechanic, the grease and grime of a thousand days never quite seemed to be erased. It was under his nails and accented the wrinkles and creases that marked his life of hard work. My mother always kept a number of abrasive and surfactant cleansers crowded on the bathroom sink, only ever marginally effective. As a child, I loved his hands. In those occasional seasons in which I was given the privilege of assisting in a mechanical task, I erupted with pride if the result yielded dirty hands. In my childhood world, a man’s hands should be so marked.

It is a pity that computer keyboards yield no dirt.

I think my parents’ relationship with even the mechanical world was shaped by their childhood on farms. I know that my father began working in the cotton fields by age 4. Poverty was the taskmaster of his family. Everyone had to pull some weight. My mother was one of 12 children, all of whom took their turns in the fields and kitchen. Even in our tiny suburban home, the kitchen was crowded with canning and pickling, particularly in later summer and early fall. I have an almost mystical relationship with fruit cake, the final crown of the kitchen season. Its appearance in our southern grocery stores signals for me the approach of Thanksgiving and Christmas.

The month of August has deep associations with harvest themes within certain segments of the Orthodox Church. It is affectionately known as the month of the “Three Saviors” in Russian tradition. They are “Honey Savior” on August 1, a day on which honey is blessed; “Apple Savior” on August 6, when apples are blessed; and the “Nut Feast of the Savior” on August 16 when nuts are blessed. In Greek tradition, August 6 (Transfiguration) is a day on which grapes are blessed. Fragrant herbs are blessed on the Feast of the Dormition (August 15) in many places. There are more agricultural associations on the calendar, often overlooked or forgotten in our urbanized world.

Our present-day culture is often torn between the attraction of an imaginary future in which science and such overcome all illness and disease, and our remembered instinct to love what is “natural,” as we have growing evidence that the artificiality of our modern lives makes us sick.  We will doubtless continue the dance that moves between the two.

My life has largely been lived in urban or suburban environments and my labor has largely been cerebral, emotional, and liturgical. Of course, humans are created to think and feel as much as we are created to work with our hands. The Liturgical life brings all of that together – indeed, it reveals the whole of life as a liturgy (when we learn how to live it).

At one point in my priesthood, I spent Saturday mornings baking bread for the Sunday Liturgy. It’s a kitchen-work but asks for liturgical prayers at the same time. In Orthodoxy, the bread is leavened (it contains yeast). As such, it is alive. In the same manner, we use fermented wine which obtains its alcohol in a similar process. Both the bread and wine are alive. Of course, when you’re baking with a living recipe, things vary from week to week. Measure as carefully as you can and knead in the same manner, but living things have a “mind” of their own. The kitchen liturgy, like the whole of life, is variable.

The Christ who became dirt calls us back to the dirt, to the full truth of our humanity. He was no stranger to machines, even if they were but the first century tools of a Galilean carpenter. Jesus knew callouses. The truth of our humanity is all around us, within us, and within the persons we are with. It is revealed by love and the hard contours of its reality. When Christ feeds us, He gives us bread and wine – His Body and Blood. The Body and Blood on which we feed walked and breathed and bled. We may imagine such things as inconveniences, binding us to the earth with gravity and the sheer weight of our being. However, we were not created for “outer space” – much less for the “inner space” of post-modern abstractions.

On a recent visit at my new home, my two youngest grandsons joined in the dirty work of clearing the back part of our yard. They sweated and groaned. One was bitten by ants and screamed. They now have a bond with my new home that no amount of screen time within its walls could create. They left more human than when they came – and left me more human as well.

We are all farmers and mechanics, carpenters and crucified. Lovers and beloved, eaters of bread and diggers of earth.

Glory to God.

About Fr. Stephen Freeman

Fr. Stephen is a retired Archpriest of the Orthodox Church in America. He is also author of Everywhere Present: Christianity in a One-Storey Universe, and Face to Face: Knowing God Beyond Our Shame, as well as the Glory to God podcast series on Ancient Faith Radio.



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  1. JOAN KAKASCIK Avatar
    JOAN KAKASCIK

    Your letters are a morning blessing to me. Please consider publishing them. As you describe “The Hands of My Father,” I recall my father’s hands worn and dirtied by factory work in the rubber industry. I recall my mother with her mother and sisters canning fruit, making pierogi for all of our families. Mom would sing songs from the liturgy while working around the house. Now I am beginning to really realize how I lived the harmony of the Liturgy in our family life.

  2. Claudia Avatar
    Claudia

    Thank you for your writings. This is precious.

    When our grandchildren help us cut and stack wood, explore our property, and help with a few minor tasks in our big garden during their visits, it demonstrates to me that we need to strive to keep ourselves healthy and strong for THEM! As we age, we slow down a bit in our daily routine, but it is so worth keeping this place going for their sakes as much as ours.

  3. Fr. Ronald Hatton Avatar
    Fr. Ronald Hatton

    Very powerful, Father. You also brought up memories of my parents, and you and I being around the same age, the memories are from the same era. My dad was and airplane mechanic. His hands were big and rough and the Lifebuoy only took away some of the grime that was ever-present on his hands. I too am a priest, and far removed from my parents’ lives. I was able to trade the work of a mechanic and the canning and daily food preparation for my hands being used to take the bread that I make for Liturgy and preparing the Gifts and invoking the Holy Spirit to descend on them and “make this bread…” and “that which is in this chalice…” the Body and Blood of Christ for my parishioners to partake of. I thank God for my parents and who they were, and for the big, rough hands of my dad and the small, always busy hands of my mom.

  4. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    Fr. Stephen wrote:

    “The Christ who became dirt calls us back to the dirt, to the full truth of our humanity.”

    If the purpose and meaning of life is to be transformed into one´s true humanity through union with God … what should that look like? Dirty feet and dirty hands with callouses … OR … something healthy and new reminiscent of resurrection?

    What does true humanity really look like?

  5. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Matthew,
    True humanity – the Risen Christ (eating fish and also with holes in his hands, feet, and sides). In the meantime, it looks like loving everyone and everything around us.

  6. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    So … all our scars remain too? What about healing?

  7. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Matthew,
    There’s certainly a transformation in the scars of Christ risen body. They may indeed be seen as marks of His glory. How the “scars” of our lives will be presented in glory is God’s own mystery. As St. Paul says, “We shall all be changed.” You’ll really like it.

  8. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    Fr. Stephen said:

    “You’ll really like it.”

    🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

  9. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Fr. Ronald, et al
    I can’t say that I had many profound conversations with either of my parents – they weren’t philosophers. Their priest (they became Orthodox at age 79) later said to me, “Your mother was a mystic and your father had the gift of tears.” He may have known them (in an adult-to-adult way) far better than I did. But I remember my father’s hands. I see his eyes and face looking back at me from my bathroom mirror…Their priest (whom I now serve with in my retirement) said to me recently, “Sometimes I feel like I’m concelebrating with your father…” I haven’t asked him to explain that, but I suspect there’s more truth to it than I can understand.

    The generations have not passed away. They not only abide in heaven with Christ, but within and beside us here and now. My earliest memory of my father’s mother (“Granny”) is of her hands – chapped, raw – tying my shoes and teaching me to tie them – with her soothing voice as accompaniment.

  10. Mallory Avatar
    Mallory

    Fr. Stephen, what you wrote in this comment moved me, thank you: “The generations have not passed away. They not only abide in heaven with Christ, but within and beside us here and now. My earliest memory of my father’s mother (“Granny”) is of her hands – chapped, raw – tying my shoes and teaching me to tie them – with her soothing voice as accompaniment.”

    Of course I can’t help but think of the experience of having grown up with something very different–none of the relatives I grew up around had raw or calloused hands, they all had work to do with the mind, and none od them taught me or any child with soothing voices. I just remember lots of nit-picking about how I looked, whether bad or good, manners, and essentially criticism. Do you think these generations are beside me here and now in a different form? And do you think they are in heaven with Christ, with a new awareness of the harm they caused for generation after generation? The looks of disapproval, the coldness…I am parenting in almost an opposite way, for sure a reaction in itself, and I’m sure I’m overdoing it in a way since I haven’t healed that little girl in me who only ever wanted, and still wants, a father who was there and steady, and willing to be in the dirt with me.

  11. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    What you wrote in your comment, Mallory, moved me.

    I think of my father who died several years ago. He made a lot of problems for me which have required years of therapy. I don´t see him behind me when I look in the bathroom mirror, but I know he is somewhere.

    My hope for all people is that even after death there remains a chance for redemption, for healing, for transformation, for union — even for those who were less than helpful or very harmful to others or simply had no use for God. Fr. Stephen has encouraged me not to try and figure everything out, so I´ll leave it at that. I´ll end by saying that I think God´s judgment is restorative and that God´s fire is healing.

  12. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Mallory,
    A very good question, and quite poignant. It interests me that a common name of God in the Scriptures is the “God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.” Not only does He name Himself by a set of ancestors, but we have Christ using the appelation of “the Bosom of Abraham” for paradise, and includes Abraham himself in that parable/story. Every human being has a unique personhood – we choose, think, etc. – but even that personhood seems to have much in common with those who have gone before. I can see both virtues and vices within myself that did not begin with me.

    But, I believe profoundly, that our lives and actions have a profound healing effect on the generations who have gone before. It’s a mercy that could be explored along a number of avenues.

    Sharing, as I did, some reflections from my early childhood, I do not mean to give the impression of an idyllic childhood. My family was quite dysfunctional at a certain point – and I can see moments at which we stood on a razor’s edge – and could have gone into an “abyss” of dysfunction and darkness. I feel that we were rescued by grace.

    The story of humanity, which, in the Bible’s telling, was marked by murder and much worse from its very earliest times, could have been short, dark, and tragic. That we have lasted so long, and that there was been such redemption and rescue is astonishing – were it not for grace.

    I believe that the generations before us are present with us and in us. Mary, the Mother of God, sang in Luke 2, “All generations will call me blessed.” I believe that “all” includes all those who went before as well. For it was in and through the Child she bore, that all will be saved, and all will have been saved.

  13. Michael Mackenzie Avatar
    Michael Mackenzie

    One of your finest Father Stephen. Thank you.

  14. J AH Avatar
    J AH

    Hi Fr. Stephen,

    Thank you for your writing. I’ve been reading your blog for probably a bit over a year, and have drafted and deleted several comments before this. I have so many questions, and too much to say! My apologies that this is off-topic for the article, I hope that you will consider responding and that it won’t derail the conversation too badly.

    I’m curious to hear an Orthodox perspective on the role of prophecy in the Church. It’s kind of funny, there seem to be people claiming to be prophets everywhere, but few people talking about how prophecy should be discerned or received. It seems to me that within Catholic and Protestant circles, at least the ones I’m familiar with (which, granted, are mostly online) prophecies are usually supernatural visions of future doom. Often accompanied by a direct message from God the Father, Mary (for the Catholics), an angel, a saint, or sometimes Jesus, usually telling us to repent, and warning of immenent wrath. It seems most people just take it for granted that is what prophecy is, myself included.

    In absence of anyone telling me otherwise, and assuming for the moment that these are legitimate, I would (perhaps crudely) characterize this as what God through the Church uses to scare us straight. I certainly don’t deny that could be what prophecy is, or one at least one aspect of what prophecy is. There seems to be biblical precendent for that. And some of these prophecies certainly have scared me out of sinful stupor in the past, at least for a time. But after years, the steady stream of portents of doom are starting to ring a bit hollow for me, and it feels like perhaps I’m missing some important part of the conversation. At this point I’ve got a pretty decent rolodex of horrible things to come, and the near constant anxiety is taking a toll on me. I know I probably should not read so much, but that is easier said than done.

    We are told not to despise prophecy. But I also don’t know how to test and hold on to what is good. I know that not all of these folks are actually receiving legitimate prophecy, but again, how to test? I have often found your writing as a very helpful Christian viewpoint beyond the typically loudest voices in the room. I’d be curious to hear an Orthox opinion on the role of prophecy. Any thoughts you have would be appreciated.

    Thank you for taking the time to read. As a relatively new Christian, and someone without much foundation in the faith, I so value your writing. It is often a source of great hope to me, when hope seems more and more difficult to find.

  15. John Lickwar Avatar
    John Lickwar

    I grew up experiencing August as the Three Feasts of the Savior. Blessing the harvest and the harvesting, the work being as essential as the fruit is a pure image of the Christian experience, if to the Glory of God. The metamorphosis of all living things from Glory to Glory.

  16. Dee of Sts Herman and Olga Avatar
    Dee of Sts Herman and Olga

    Dear Father,
    Your article made me feel better about my rugged hands, which are sometimes embarrassing. They don’t belong in the working environment I’m in. People (mostly students) have made comments, not necessarily negative comments, but mentioning that they notice them. I have almost always wished they were dainty! But they do show a ‘life lived’ more so than the rest of me, I think. Perhaps I should appreciate them more. They’re still strong and, by and large, get the job done with what they’re tasked with.

    BTW I love this article very much. It’s harvest time on our farm. My beloved is already in bed–completely tuckered! Glory to God for His Creation, and for the Life He breathes into it. I wholeheartedly agree that such experiences, such as digging in the dirt, make us human.

  17. Dee of Sts Herman and Olga Avatar
    Dee of Sts Herman and Olga

    J A H,
    I’ve just read your comment. You addressed Father Stephen, who may go into more depth. But when I encounter someone who is considering converting to Orthodoxy, one of the first things I mention as a recommendation (if recommendations are asked for) is not to seek opinions on Christianity from all over the internet. One reason is that one doesn’t know the motive of the writing or whether it is genuinely representative of Orthodox thinking.

    I have come across the writings of a few Orthodox saints who prophesied. But often these are not about major global movements, but regarding the daily lives of people close at hand.

    Then, of course, we have the book of Revelation, often used as a reference for prophecies. But Christ warned about accepting such words; caution is encouraged.

    Certain groups uphold a Western theology that is focuses on the retribution of God, or the angry God, or the penal substitution theology. Some (non-Orthodox) prophesies I have heard seem to use this sort of theology as a means to create sensationalism, fear, and global or political actions based on such fears. This is not the theology of Eastern Christianity.

    Much of what we hear on the news, if it is linked to such things, is done for attention, to build fears, and often, money for a ‘project’ is among the drivers behind it.

    My opinion, for whatever it’s worth, I would steer clear of such sensationalism around or based on prophesies.

  18. Dana Ames Avatar
    Dana Ames

    It is the memories of my aunt (mother’s sister) and uncle in my childhood that bring me back to the earth and home, though my parents both puttered in a garden patch when they could. My aunt grew flowers in the brick planters around her house; she especially prized tiger lilies, but always had petunias, and every year I plant some in pots on my porch in her memory. She grew rhubarb and always made strawberry rhubarb pie in June. Lots of canning memories with her, too – in Montana you had to make the fruits and vegetables last through the winter, and there were jars and jars in the cellar. I was helping her weed one day and got stung by some of those ants – makes the memory that much stronger 😉 She was extremely practical and didn’t let me feel sorry for myself – and I thought she knew how to do just about anything. My uncle had a wrecking yard, and did lube jobs and welding as well. It was the smell of grease rather than the grime of it that stays with me – and hearing him call each of his friends “Pard”.

    Lately I’ve been thinking about how life is truly quite simple underneath the (forced?) complexity of modernity. It very much is “do the next good thing in front of you”, and those things were meant to be done in the community of the village. Perhaps that’s an aspect of the “meaning crisis” that needs more attention.

    Thank you, Fr Stephen, for your snapshots of your parents. It is so healing to be able to see our parents as human beings just trying to do the best they know to do, and to be grateful for the grace that was worked in them.

    Dana

  19. Colin Reeve Avatar
    Colin Reeve

    We are all farmers and mechanics, carpenters and crucified. Lovers and beloved, eaters of bread and diggers of earth.

    This is a beautiful inspired poem that has brought me to healing tears. Thank you x

  20. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    J AH,
    Generally speaking, the kind of prophecy you describe (relating to future events) is quite rare in Orthodoxy, and is often met with more than a little scepticism. People can be very excited by such things, and their repeating of them can make them seem more important than they are. Nonetheless, prophecy is real and has had an important role in the Church’s life at certain points (I think of the prophecy mentioned in the New Testament warning of an approaching famine).

    But, most importantly, Christians should not live a life of fear. Everyone is going to die and every life is subject to some amount of suffering. Scripture tells us that “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.” (1Jn 4:18).

    There is nothing that regulates prophecy in Orthodoxy – but, in my experience, it is not common.

    The Orthodox approach to the Scriptures also does not search for clues to the future (as is quite common in some Protestant circles). The Scriptures lead us to Christ – not to idle speculation. No doubt, it would be possible for fear to be used as a means of “scaring” someone out of a sinful stupor. But, in the long run, this is ineffective. It is love that is transformative.

  21. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Dee,
    I think my hands are the “oldest” part of me – looking at least 10 years older than the rest.

  22. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Dana,
    The “smell of grease.” Yes! I can walk into an auto shop and tears come to my eyes!

  23. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Colin, thank you!

  24. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    There is nothing in the world like an honest auto mechanic. What a blessing they are to society.

  25. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    Fr. Stephen said:

    “But, I believe profoundly, that our lives and actions have a profound healing effect on the generations who have gone before. It’s a mercy that could be explored along a number of avenues.”

    What does this mean exactly? Are my acts of virtue and charity in the present affecting my father´s healing now that he is dead?

    Orthodoxy seems to have a deep understanding of spiritual interconnectedness that I have not come across in other Christian traditions. I like it.

  26. Dee of Sts Herman and Olga Avatar
    Dee of Sts Herman and Olga

    Matthew,
    I would answer yes about your father. Saint Paul suggests such interconnections. Time in the Orthodox world isn’t so linear. Causal relationships run ‘backwards and forwards’ if we were to attempt to apply linear thinking to an Orthodox world view.

  27. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Matthew,
    An unfortunate turn in Western theology was the employment of legal metaphors (such as the language of “merits” and the like). From an Orthodox perspective, it distorted the notion of purgatory, which should have seen things in more ontological terms and would likely have avoided those things about that doctrine rejected by the Orthodox.

    The imagery and understanding expressed in ontological terms inherently thinks in terms of connectedness. We’re saved by connectedness (united with Christ in Baptism, etc.).

    Our lives, actions, and prayers are united to Christ and to all those who have gone before us. In the Divine Liturgy – all of this is liturgically enacted as we prepare the bread and wine and offer them to God. It represents, liturgically, the “liturgy” of our whole lives – “on behalf of all and for all.”

  28. J AH Avatar
    J AH

    Thank you very much for your response Fr. Stephen. It is appreciated.

  29. Byron Avatar
    Byron

    For it was in and through the Child she bore, that all will be saved, and all will have been saved…. Our lives, actions, and prayers are united to Christ and to all those who have gone before us.

    When these discussions come about, I think of the Harrowing of Hell. It gives me a concrete visual of God’s love stretching back into history, not just forward.

    I found this very interesting: https://www.orthodoxroad.com/the-harrowing-of-hades/

  30. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    Thanks so much Dee and Fr. Stephen.

  31. Justin Avatar
    Justin

    Fr Stephen,

    “The hands of my father.” Similarly to you, I remember my dad’s hands vividly. They were calloused and creased, but always soft in a strange way. (Could have been the gallons of hand cream he always used.) He too taught me to work with my hands, and to work on my own cars and trucks.

    Now, his hands (one specifically) and back are crippled and nearly useless, from accidents and arthritis. Over the weekend he asked if he could borrow my garage to change his oil (he snowbirds from elsewhere and didn’t have his tools with him, or a place to work). So he came over–and I changed his oil, while he helped, much to his disagreement. “You and your mother have been talking, I see,” he muttered, very much put out. You see, he is of age and condition that he should not crawl under a car and put himself at that risk. Nevertheless, it seemed our roles were reversed from 50 years ago, when I “helped” him change the oil in his old pickup.

    Nothing seemed awry or amiss… it just seemed like “this is the way.” Fifty years of training and practice for this one moment. His hands graduated to the task of resetting the oil life computer in the car… bah, modernity.

    Not sure I have said anything profound, other than to say our experiences are similar, and that I thank you for the reminder of my own dad.

  32. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Justin,
    My father passed in 2011 (indeed, a couple of days ago was the anniversary). Many of my memories of him (and his hands) are fresher now than they were when he was with us. I’m very much aware of him…and his abiding presence.

  33. Dirk Avatar
    Dirk

    Just in case somebody here finds this useful, the best way for getting grease and grime off hands that I have come across is coffee grounds mixed with dish washing liquid. Beats any commercial product.

  34. Mallory Avatar
    Mallory

    Thank you, Fr. Stephen. The mystical nature of time that you’re describing, the healing effect of our actions both backwards and forwards, reminds me of my old yoga teacher (since passed) who used to teach a class called “It’s Never Too Late to Have a Happy Childhood”–often I think the things that resonate to me most in Orthodox faith are taught in a different language in Eastern spirituality/practices. As you’ve said elsewhere, there’s good everywhere.

    I have a question that has come up because I had an old friend visit. This friend used to be a bit of a mess in relationships, etc. But now she’s in happy relationship and has a great job and is generally content. She told me she’s been using a “manifestation” method to “call in” her ideal partner, job and house and that all three “came through” within 3 months of these practices. She described these exercises as rewiring subconscious patterns. The idea is that subconsciously we all pick the “wrong” partner and work and generally make poor decisions etc because of childhood trauma/low self-worth, and even if we consciously try to change it’s usually futile, hence where this meditation/rewiring method comes in. The idea is the “Universe” wants to give you what you want but “tests” come in to see if you’ve raised your self-worth. I know these claims are nothing new really, maybe repackaged for new generations, but I’m wondering what you think of this kind of stuff? Is it against God? Is that too strong? Is it harmless but foolish? Is it a kind of magic?
    Thank you for your wisdom, and thank you for all who comment.

  35. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Mallory,
    It’s often the case in the various New Age schemes (like “manifesting”) that there is an unnamed Something behind everything – whether the “Universe” or what-have-you. It has an attraction for people in our culture because it avoids the sticky problem of “God” – much less the specificity of Christ. Back in the 80s and 90s, a similar idea was enshrined in discussions of “angels.” Again, it was a sort of non-denominational universe in which the various stumbling blocks of describing anything in particular was avoided.

    In the description you give of your friend – it would seem that the Universe wants her to be a happy, generally content, middle-class American (or something similar). It’s filled with comfort and assurance. And it’s likely the case that sometimes a bit of positive thought will beget and interpret positive results. Interestingly, this sort of thing, with various schemes (generally some form of “self-help”) has been a strong feature of American culture at least since the late 19th century.

    “Happiness,” so-defined, just seems too thin to me. I come back repeatedly not just to Christ, but to Christ Crucified. I believe He is Who He claimed to be, and that it was validated in His resurrection from the dead. I am an Orthodox Christian because I believe it to be the faithful community that He founded.

    St. Paul, at the end of his life, wrote a sort of summary of his desires: “Yet indeed I count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having my own righteousness, which is from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which is from God by faith;that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death,if, by any means, I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.” (Philippians 3:8–11)

    Or, in simpler terms: “I want to be like Jesus.” That’s enough for me.

  36. Mallory Avatar
    Mallory

    Yes, Fr. Stephen, thank you for this, I’ll keep this response close to me as a reminder of what my heart truly wants.

  37. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Mallory,
    Indeed…”what my heart truly wants.”

  38. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    Has anyone read “His Life is Mine” by Saint Sophrony? If yes, would you recommend it and can you offer up what you liked most about it?

    Thanks so much.

  39. Justin Avatar
    Justin

    Matthew,
    I’m not so sure I’m all that qualified to give a good recommendation, but I have read *His Life is Mine*. Very good, very deep… very difficult for me. It held a mirror up to my thought patterns and prayers which was hard to see and accept. I would recommend anyone to read it, but be warned it will not encourage you to keep your old habits.
    I hope this is helpful to you.

  40. Fr. Stephen Avatar

    Matthew,
    It’s been a while since I read it. I have found him important over the years but I it’s not fresh enough in my mind to point to anything specific.

  41. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    Thanks so much Justin and Fr. Stephen.

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