Catholic Youth Ministry

THE DISCOMFORT OF WAITING “Even before the light turned red, my hand was locked on my phone, thumbing its way to Instagram.”  In the perfect story of life, the next line would probably read, “and...

It was a Thursday night, and I remember sitting on my bathroom floor weeping, thinking to myself, “I wonder how long it will take them to notice?” I was 16, newly licensed, playing high school...

It was tempting because nobody would find out. I also needed the money. And it was one paper. I remember the moment clearly, standing at my locker and contemplating the offer. $20 for a paper. My...