The dark-veiled silhouette that solitary form patrolling without visible strain or vainglory a demented dreamland of fearful potential.

Lourdes was a bonfire thousands of candles and burning cries and a week of rising suns over an esplanade where stretcher cases lay side by side, end to end, waiting for a priest to come with a monstrance that gathered sun to its gold and blazed in the sign of the cross above the stretchers.

Never forget that [God] tests his real friends more severely than the lukewarm ones.

The awesome antiphon swelled in the dark and expanded.

It's the possibility that when you're dead you might still go on hurting that bothers me.

It was built through a very generous gift from her son Dr. James Monroe. It will have church offices, classrooms and a fellowship area.