Wednesday, April 19, 2006

"A Call to Pray" by Joy Wambeke (St Paul resident)

“For the poor souls in purgatory,” I heard my father mutter through clenched teeth. Through the shadows of the upstairs hallway, I could often see my father in my parents' darkened room, his hands wound around his foot or grasping his knee. He always got ready for work at Sydney harbor in the dark so as not to wake mum. It was his habit to offer the inevitable bumps into furniture for the dead not yet in heaven.

It would be fair to say that mum and my father believed in God. [snip] Dappled Things, a brand new Catholic literary magazine you should all check out.

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