Is it enough?
The question popped briefly into my consciousness yesterday, as we spent some time ministering inside the prison.
Is it enough?
The question popped briefly into my consciousness yesterday, as we spent some time ministering inside the prison.
A new piece of liturgical “art” appeared in my parish church this week – and it filled my heart with wonder.
In a blessedly sweet irony, Judy was not even “in the house” as the eyewitness reports came pouring in on the feast of St. Thomas.
My driver got out of jail for an extended time yesterday.
Albert Einstein had it right, I think: Time IS relative. Or at the very least, it seems to be speeding up as I grow older.
A nap sure sounded like a good idea to me, as I headed home from our Men’s ACTS Retreat yesterday afternoon. But the Holy Spirit had a different, Hannah-sized blessing in store.
We went to a wedding yesterday, and a Stanley Cup victory celebration broke out.
Long past bedtime on Wednesday evening, Francis persisted in teaching his Gramps a brand new cheer.
The crafty perennial, I note, has found a way through my ineptitude.
Deacon Tom had promised us a surprise or two for our ACTS Team Day of Prayer, so I was a little wary when I entered the meeting room yesterday… and spied the stack of classic board games.
Especially “Twister.”