So why does Faith matter anyway?
Last updated 3/13/2008 at Noon
You know, I think it’s time to confess that I am no stranger to depression. I have come close to taking my life. Yep, me sitting here typing away about Faith. I also feel the need to share a turn around point.
Once many years ago, I made my way to midnight Mass Christmas Eve. I hung in the back pew like an apparition, my face feeling hollow from all the crying, a familiar darkness calling me to take my life. I looked battered, knew homelessness, my heart broken, hope squelched – dreams destroyed.
During the service I became mesmerized looking up at the huge crucifix above the altar. H...