There was an audible gasp among “the regulars” at the conclusion of 6:30 Mass on Monday morning.
Fr. Tom, our celebrant—and beloved pastor of 19 years, announced that he’d be moving to a new assignment come June.
There was an audible gasp among “the regulars” at the conclusion of 6:30 Mass on Monday morning.
Fr. Tom, our celebrant—and beloved pastor of 19 years, announced that he’d be moving to a new assignment come June.
We went last night (at least in part) out of curiosity.
It’s the oddest thing: Our local branch of the US Postal Service relocated recently…and didn’t leave a forwarding address.
Sheep, for the most part, are an abstraction to me. I see them in photos and videos from time to time, but as a city dweller, my up-close encounters with them have been limited. (Thanks to some thoughts shared by a friend today, the notion of a Sheep Gate has now taken on an intriguing new depth — see his comments, added to my original blog post, below.)
“Sheep” became a bit less abstract for me last summer though, on a vacation trip to Scotland and Ireland. When you get away from the cities in either country, you find sheep practically everywhere.
Sheep, for the most part, are an abstraction to me. I see them in photos and videos from time to time, but as a city dweller, my up-close encounters with them have been limited.
That changed a bit last summer though, on a vacation trip to Scotland and Ireland. When you get away from the cities in either country, you find sheep practically everywhere.
I’ve never been to Kerala, but almost every day I am blessed by a piece of art that originated there, along the southwest coast of India.
Sometimes, grace peeks through under the oddest circumstances.
I think even Peter—and his post-Resurrection fishing crew—might be impressed.
The bees are back.
In the silence…