My friend and I kneel clumsily on the side of the altar in the early morning dark before school begins. Our shoes are covered by our black cassocks, which are straitjackets for squirmy 11-year-olds. So we tug and pull at the cassocks until the priest, bending over the chalice, gives us a side-eye th
The United States Conference of Catholic Bishops is in the midst of a multi-million dollar campaign to reinforce belief in the real presence of the Eucharist. But the real presence of Christ freely reveals itself to us, everywhere we look.