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26 October 2011

Another Reason I Love Being a Friar

So, there I am in Logan Airport with one of the smartest, humblest, kindest, funniest men I've ever known huddled over a table.  He's about fifty years older than me, the first friar I've met.  We're huddled over a napkin.  Actually, it's more accurate to say that I'm hunched over a cocktail napkin, taking notes as he attempts to explain what Francis understood by the word "spirit."


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