Homily for the 3rd Sunday of Easter, C

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There is no beginning to create this new story and forge this new identity, except starting from how I was brought to the end of myself.  "Sifted like wheat," my heart, formed by the deceits and violences of this world, had to be broken open. 

I have the Sunday, May 1st, 5 pm Mass at St. Andrew.

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