Yesterday I was reading the revelations of Julian of Norwich, the 14th century mystic who experienced visions – shewings, she called them – during grave illness. She was though to die and was suffering greatly. The priest came and held Read more…
There’s an old saying. It goes like this: “Mum’s the word”. It means, “SSShhhhh. Keep your mouth shut. Don’t say anything to anyone about it.” Often the expression is used when something of great import is to be kept secret. Read more…
Well, it’s almost that time again. Time to go grocery shopping. Time to face the grouch goons. A very good friend of mine admonished me for being reckless in my abandon to bring good cheer to the grouch goons. She Read more…
I hate grocery shopping with every fiber of my being. It’s not the shopping itself I hate, it’s the people. Grocery shoppers – especially those who frequent the markets on Saturdays – are the grumpiest, meanest, crabbiest sour pusses around. Read more…
The other day, I attended daily Mass celebrated by a priest from India. During the homily, he read a letter from a dear priest friend who lives in Orissa, the Indian state in which Catholics are being viciously persecuted. The Read more…
A wise mentor taught me to pray with my hands open whenever I find myself overwhelmed by life’s circumstances. “When you pray,” he said, “Hold your hands open, with your palms up. That will remind you to remain completely open Read more…
“Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ but not do what I command?I will show you what someone is like who comes to me, listens to my words, and acts on them.That one is like a man building a house, Read more…