Vouchsafe: Say that word out loud, real fast, three times.
In point of fact, you’ll need to say it at least twice to get it right…because there are two accepted pronunciations for the obscure term. Three, if you count the way our deacon said it at the Lenten prayer service my wife and I attended last night.
I sure hope the Sanhedrin isn’t in session. Otherwise, my brother and I might have a little ‘splaining’ to do.
Our grandson, I notice, takes a unique approach to savoring rain.
It took a bit more effort to whip up my lunch today – and the irony was not lost on me.
As flu bugs go, my bout this past week was decidedly on the mild side.
The specter of heavy equipment at work was enough to stop me in my tracks a few weeks back.
The chance to play a mid-winter round of golf stirred up some fretfulness in me, I noticed. Continue reading
Which river did they pick, I wonder? The thought occurred today, as we celebrate a seminal moment in the life of the early church – the feast of the conversion of St. Paul.
Twice during this past week, I felt the feebleness of waiting in queue.
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The search for black holes in the cosmos; the search for the Anointed One. At first, you might not expect them to have much in common.
With Us Still 