Biker Held a Knife to a Priest’s Throat in Front of the Whole Congregation

nobody at the diocese remembered or nobody at the diocese cared.

He was preaching at the same altar where they had buried my sister.

I sat in the back pew of the 9 a.m. service the first Sunday after I got into town. I sat there in jeans and a flannel and nobody looked at me twice. I listened to him talk about forgiveness for forty-five minutes.

I sat continue reading …