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Tears come easier to me these days—maybe because I am older. Sometimes, while preaching, I will touch a deep vein and find it difficult to go on. I might be reading an autobiography and see a scene evoking a memory from my own journey—and I have to lay the book down as memories flood in. Such was my experience reading Frank J. Butler’s autobiography,
Belonging: One Catholic’s Journey.
Butler lost his father at a young age, and his mother raised a family of six. At the age of 13, Butler entered a seminary in Little Rock, Ark., and spent eight years there in a world he generally describes as wonderful—a world in which one learned to pray and to work hard and to live with others.