But since reform’d by what we did amiss We, by our sufferings, learn to prize our bliss.    ~Astraea Redux, John Dryden   Father McNally is 40 and without hope. He can’t show it. The people of the parish depend on him for their own promise. It is Saturday again. Father Jerry and Father John cover…

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