A River Runs Through Us

Finding peace, joy, and comfort in the poetry of reverence

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Raised a Catholic, I repeated the Lord’s Prayer every Sunday at mass. One night, when I was a young teen, I lay awake with a question on my mind: What did all those words in the prayer really mean? Religion, I had come to believe, was a mystery. Perhaps the words of the prayer held some secret clue to living a good and…