Christel’s Story: Born and raised in Belgium in a family of Catholic believers, I was a very sensitive and clumsy child which made everyday life difficult. I also found it hard to accept myself. Although I attended church every Sunday with my family, I...
Mary’s Story: Lying on the sonographer’s table I anticipated the technician’s smiling commentary on how great my baby looked. Instead she focused on his abdomen for what seemed like a long time. Her forehead furrowed a little. Is everything ok? In a...
Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and...
Jennifer’s Story: I know what it’s like to keep a secret about something I felt too ashamed to admit. I also know the freedom of confiding in a trusted friend. I struggled with my anger being out of control for a long time. I felt like I had chains shackled...
