Religion, then, had almost nothing to do with my decision to attend the College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, Massachusetts.
Never lose the palpable faith in human progress that is the greatest gift of a Jesuit education from Holy Cross.
At Holy Cross, I experienced a Catholicism that was about service, compassion, and love.
I talked about Holy Cross, and the time I spent in Worcester helping welfare recipients navigate job training and social services.
It was dedicated to the honour of the Holy Cross, and was erected before the year 1272.
I was taught for eight years to do these things at Holy Cross Mission.
Towards whom the two brethren, fortifying themselves with the sign of the Holy Cross, ascended.
By the Holy Cross and the Gospel, he swore that he spoke the whole truth.
The boss made me foreman over his Mexican cowboys, and major-domo in charge of Holy Cross.
Which, think you, had the right to wear the emblem of the Holy Cross?