When I turned 21, I was at a Jesuit seminary in Minnesota. I know I was sober because we seminarians had no access to liquor. Except for the Mass wine in the sacristy, alcohol was kept in a locked cabinet in the priests’ recreation room, and the nearest bar was a two-mile walk down the highway, and none of us had any money even if we went there.
Link (here) to read full post entitled, Markers about the aging process at the blog by Fr. Frank Majka, S.J.
Great post! What more could a person ask for? God is so good!
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