It’s been a study in contrasts, to say the least.
Friday evening, I spent immersed in breathtaking beauty. Saturday noon, I stepped into a world distinguished by scallops of razor wire.
It’s been a study in contrasts, to say the least.
Friday evening, I spent immersed in breathtaking beauty. Saturday noon, I stepped into a world distinguished by scallops of razor wire.
I’m thinking maybe I should quit while I’m ahead.
I fully expected a measure of pain today, but it never materialized.
The more you look into Mary Magdalene’s story, the more you realize that she really got it right.
‘It’ being ‘Christian discipleship.’
‘Shut up,’ I explained.
I’ve noticed a definite uptick in the quantity of ‘white lace and promises’ around our house in recent weeks.
‘For all who will meet God in the mystery of death today, we pray to the Lord.’
Jesus seems to have had a true ‘Father’s Day’ moment in the gospel passage we heard at Sunday Mass this week.
I read the strangest story the other day, about a fourth-century desert monk named Abba Paul.
Now here’s a question: Would you have chosen your children?