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  • Brian C. Billings


by Brian C. Billings

Cuaresma brings fasting, but time

does not go fast for me. Instead,

my routines drag along. I dread

Friday’s bowl of fish. I know I’m

supposed to sacrifice. I mime

penance, but all of my thoughts rest on steak. My stomach rolls, distressed. I pray, and I am so sincere because I fear that Christ can hear the flesh that fails to meet His test.

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