
It has been said that the past is never past. Our history, for good or ill continues to live in and through us. When I was in the Army, stationed at Ft. Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas, I discovered…
Read MoreAs we were preparing to leave for an errand, I opened the trunk of my old Buick and one of my sons looked in. Shaking his head, he asked, “Dad, does the landfill company pay you rent to keep their…
Read MoreThe other day a young fellow came to the house to change the batteries in our pendants. Those are the things given to us at Pilgrim Place to alert the staff should we fall and can’t get up. Or worse…
Read MoreIt was a most glorious moment when that team of women won the Women’s World Cup. I cannot forget the ecstatic glow on the face of Megan Rapinoe. Yes, glorious it was. But what brought a catch in my throat…
Read MoreLast year at St. Francis, it was Deacon Pat who had the honors of preaching on Trinity Sunday. I did not envy her. Trinity Sunday is the most problematic Sunday in the liturgical year for a preacher. She could have…
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