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When asked by a student, what a brother is, an older religious brother replied, “We are like nuns, but we are male.” Come to think of it, it would be easier to understand it that way. But I believe, the best way to describe what a brother is, is to witness one as he gives of himself to the mission he is called to.

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When asked by a student, what a brother is, an older religious brother replied, “We are like nuns, but we are male.” Come to think of it, it would be easier to understand it that way. But I believe, the best way to describe what a brother is, is to witness one as he gives of himself to the mission he is called to.

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