Forty-five minutes into the meeting, I was begging under my breath to be set free.
I’m beginning to see clearly – with a bit of “2020 vision” – some things that were not at all obvious to me in 1975.
The bowling balls were bouncing a bit at Harvest Lanes yesterday.
Bouncing…or thunking: take your pick. But certainly not rolling, not in any sense that an experienced kegler could appreciate.
On retreat at King’s House this New Year’s Eve, where Fr. Mark Dean, OMI, has already blessed me with this thought-provoking observation…
Spend a little time with the Joseph sketched in scripture, and you quickly discover this: He was a man on the move.
It was Ellen, mother of the one-year-old, who first noticed: We were being blessed this year to celebrate a ‘Mel Tormé Christmas’.
Ever notice? This time of year, the stars seem especially bright. It’s almost as if the sky is clearer…and the heavens are closer to earth… than they are in the summertime.
After a recent trip to the grocery store, it appeared that we had bitten off more than we could chew.
Slipping in almost unnoticed, like a jolly old gift-bearer, the ‘O Antiphons’ arrive in the days just before Christmas.