Pastoral Genocide

They Murdered Your Family, Right Before Your Eyes. What Could You Do?
March 22, 2008, 5:18 am
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St. John Climacus wrote the “Ladder of Paradise” and amicably died in a hospital nestled in the shadows of Mount Sinai. I fished for cod just off the Outer Banks in a metal boat named “The Maria II” and nearly lost my mind. When St. John Climacus was sick, languishing just beyond the grasp of an all but promised heaven, the Pope brought him gifts and words from God. When I was sick, lingering tortuously in a mental disturbance that was short lived but awe inspiring, I slept fretfully in a top bunk held to the wall by steel rivets.


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