Golf may perhaps be more than a game – at least in the case of my weak-willed spirit.
For golf, it seems, has a way of teaching me about certain spiritual defects, such as vanity.
Golf may perhaps be more than a game – at least in the case of my weak-willed spirit.
For golf, it seems, has a way of teaching me about certain spiritual defects, such as vanity.
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.
IHS
The COVID vaccine tends to make beggars of us all – at least in my state of residence, and in my age-bracket.
Patience is a virtue, they say. But apparently NOT when one is waiting for a bathroom sink to drain.