When it comes to home improvement projects, I follow an ironclad philosophy: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Just about this time every year, I find myself reflecting on the fact that I have something of a soul brother in Nicodemus.
We transplanted some Resurrection Lilies last week, just in time for Easter.
Suffice it to say, it’s not going well.
Unsettling, isn’t it, to recall how “pandemic” took “pan de vida” away from most of us last year…
“It was night,” writes the Evangelist in the gospel passage we hear on Tuesday of Holy Week.
I am haunted by that night.
A fair sky gave good account of its vastness the other evening.
As Roman Catholics around the world celebrate the great feast of the Annunciation today, I am reminded of the visit we made on pilgrimage to the Church of the Annunciation in Nazareth two years ago…
Here’s a link to some reflections and photos I posted at that time:
And I am moved, also, today…to pray for the Christians who now live in Nazareth, and in all areas of the world where it is difficult to BE a Christian — on a feast day, or any other day of the week.
Let us remember that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.