Today a building of limited architectural merit in the heart of unpretty Hockley. However, to the small extent that I have a spiritual heart, St. Francis Roman Catholic Church is where I located it. Here I was married in 1984 and after a lingering conversion it was here that two plus decades later I took my first communion. All of this was done under the eccentric but affecting spiritual guidance of Monsignor Fallon. I'm afraid I am inconstant in my faith but it matters to me in ways I find it difficult to articulate - and anyway I'm not of the shout it from the rooftops school of religiosity - terribly bad form old chap.
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