The Sunday of Lent / Lilianne Ruz
I climb the hill drawn by the magnetism of the chapel, by the theology school of the Dominican friars ( in spite of the torches of the Inquisition ) by the alpha and the omega, the cloistered life of the monks confer to my church a special something. “What is it to love thy neighbor? … Continue reading “The Sunday of Lent / Lilianne Ruz”