Ever seen a lamb with seven horns and seven eyes? Or how about a lion-like beast sporting six wings, and covered with eyes inside and out?
Yeah, me neither.
Ever seen a lamb with seven horns and seven eyes? Or how about a lion-like beast sporting six wings, and covered with eyes inside and out?
Yeah, me neither.
The heat didn’t kick on overnight, so things were a bit chilly in church this morning – a reminder that our almost-40-year-old building is showing some unmistakable signs of age. Somehow, the discomfort we felt – we ‘6:30 Mass regulars’ – seemed oddly appropriate as we near the end of the liturgical year.
My beloved SLU Billikens opened the men’s basketball season with a nail-biter of a win on Saturday night, but it was actually the half-time entertainment that wound up bringing the most fervent prayer to our lips.
We were billed as “The Almost Never Quite Ready for Anytime Players”…and it’s safe to say our amateur troupe lived up to its less-than-stellar promotional designation.
Austria is the place to go, I’m told, if you want to see some of Christendom’s greatest treasures—treasures like a splinter from the cross upon which Jesus hung; one of the nails that pierced his flesh; and a thorn from the crown that mocked his reign.
I am scheduled to die on Saturday night.
Or more precisely, the character I play in an upcoming mystery theater production will be murdered (thankfully, off-stage. No dramatic ‘death scene’ for me!)
This much I know: I absolutely HATE being ‘chumped.’
In my book, it’s the unforgiveable sin—for someone to take advantage of my good nature, or to fail to take a matter as seriously as I do.
I’ll admit it: I’m a bit of a wimp. And there’s something about visiting men inside a maximum security prison which tends to remind me of that fact.
It never ceases to amaze (and bless) me — to see 10,000 homemade cookies in one place.
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Chosen. Treasured. Empowered. According to St. Paul, that’s how Christians ought to feel when we walk in God’s grace.