I heard the strangest story yesterday; and I was intrigued by how close it struck to home.
Monthly Archives: March 2017
For the most part, ‘March Madness’ has been a barren source of amusement for me this year. But that changed a bit the other day, when I became acquainted with Michael Ojo.
Or more precisely, with Ojo’s feet.
The blizzard battering the northeast today certainly had a far different look-and-feel in our neck of the woods.
My encounters with praise music on Saturday were a decidedly mixed bag.
It’s not a mortification, exactly…but this Lent I have been trying to spend a little more quality time with Maurice Blondel.
I did not spend forty days at Slieve League (‘Gray Mountain’) – more like forty minutes. But the temptation to get frustrated was real.
The first Friday in Lent…and “communal abstinence” is breaking out all over.
The season of Parish Fish Fries has begun!