The Work of the Hour {Lent 2018}
During the first nights of this year, I lay beside a feverish child, checking her temperature through the dark hours with two thermometers and a…
During the first nights of this year, I lay beside a feverish child, checking her temperature through the dark hours with two thermometers and a…
On Sunday my strength failed. Whatever courage and grit lay in me simply shriveled up and died. Our family has been going through a time…
And when the winter is over The flowers climb through the snow The willows weep and the clover grows And all at once you hear…
Easter weekend descended upon our house with a stilling grace. Good Friday morning began with our tradition of a very simple reading together, followed by…
When I read Gerard Manley Hopkins’ “Nondum” earlier this year, I felt a curious sense of relief, the kind that only comes when you hear…