It’s hard to believe that it’s been five years since my son, Stephen, and I spent two months in Rome – all of Lent and Easter Week – preparing a book that would allow readers to make the city’s ancient Lenten station church pilgrimage at home. But so it goes; tempus indeed fugit. Yet the memory of those two months lingers as the best Lent of my life.
The Best Lent of My Life
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