Catholic Ragemonkey

I'm having a vision...

No, I haven't become a prophet or a visionary. No, I am having visions of drawn butter and glistening red shells of lobsters. As fall comes upon us, rusty and vibrant colors dance before my eyes. And what inspires my revelry? The fact that tomorrow I am leaving for Maine. You see, not only am I a Ragemonkey; I am the national clergy trainer for Rachel's Vineyard, a post-abortion healing program. I was asked to come up to Maine and train their folks, lay and clerical, to help them better assist women and men who suffer from the effects of their choice.

So, remember me in your prayers while I travel. Hopefully, no one will burn the parish to the ground while I am away.