by Conor Hardy
First Pre-Theology, St. John Paul II Seminary
I first discovered St. Peter’s Church on Capitol Hill one evening in an MPD cruiser while on patrol with the police radio rattling into my ear. I pulled over and parked in front of the Church and walked in. I turned the radio volume down low, yet its pitch still seemed to softly disturb the silence that permeated the peaceful atmosphere. Seeing the flickering candle beside the tabernacle signing to the presence of Our Lord, brought me a sense of refreshment. St. Peter’s became a place of recourse throughout my job as a cop.