Ode to the Psalms
For twenty-five years (according to my journal), I have started my day by reading Psalms. Every month, loosely obedient to St. Benedict, I make my way through...
For twenty-five years (according to my journal), I have started my day by reading Psalms. Every month, loosely obedient to St. Benedict, I make my way through...
The lesson of Monday’s Canadian election, for every leader and every party, was and is humility. For Pierre Poilievre, mere months ago, comfortably gliding to...
May those who sow in tears, reap with shouts of joy. Psalm 126 threatening shadowsa stab of deep painthe clock’s constant warningendings mounting like thunder...
Today, I’ll walk, without fear, to the Good Shepherd Anglican Church, and freely make my way through the Stations of the Cross. In the West Bank, indigenous P...