The Hopeless Unbeliever
In 1954, my father, then just fifteen years old, made a pilgrimage to Lourdes. It was, by all accounts, a
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In 1954, my father, then just fifteen years old, made a pilgrimage to Lourdes. It was, by all accounts, a
Continue readingA few years ago I was holidaying in Sicily, taking in the sights around Mount Etna and the town of
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